A Cue for Happiness

Steven took Sophia home.

Ever since they had parted with the unfamiliar woman, the little girl had been sulking.

She was obviously in a bad mood as she even rejected her favorite ice cream, running back to her room with reddened eyes as soon as they reached the house.

Seeing her pitiful expression, Steven had a feeling that his brother was going to beat him to a pulp.

He quietly turned around and looked at the man sitting on the couch.

Samuel was wearing a black shirt and straight-fit pants. His attire perfectly accentuated his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs.

Despite his chiseled facial features, the frosty look he gave his brother was chilling to the core.

“Tell me. What did you do to Sophia?”

“For heaven’s sake, Sam. I wouldn’t dare to do anything to her! I’ll praise the heavens for her to spare me instead!”

Even though Steven was the second son of the Bowers family, he felt as if he had been demoted to a nanny ever since Samuel returned with Franklin and Sophia five years ago. As long as one of them got into trouble, he would be the one taking all the blame in the end, no matter whatever reason was behind it.

However, Steven thought it wise to get straight to the point before shouldering the blame.

“Something astonishing happened, Sam. Sophia can speak now.”

Upon hearing this, Samuel’s gaze softened as the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

you took Sophia to see

the psychological intervention. Professor James merely applied a conventional treatment

was the cause of it

Mommy several times. You should’ve seen her sulky face when they were about to part. Her eyes were flooded with

earlier events, Steven still felt

the twins’ birth mother when Samuel came back with them back then, they were well aware that she

her mother, so why

brother, Samuel was also puzzled. “Tell me about that woman,” he said

all over her face and was ordinary-looking,” Steven replied as he

asking about her

Steven was rendered speechless.

solemnly, “Since you know the woman is special to Sophia,

that this ordinary-looking woman would be the key to curing Sophia’s

thigh as soon as

I forget such an important matter? I’ll do it right

bedroom on the second floor, Franklin Bowers was sharpening some

family, he was placed on a higher pedestal compared to his sister. However, this was just an

from Franklin, Sophia drew

slim, with a flat nose bridge, thick lips, and a face dotted with freckles. Oddly enough, the

yellow lines around the woman

the drawing with a word scribbled on top

eyes were

beamed as she