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.

method was effective when you took Sophia to see Professor

during the psychological intervention. Professor James merely

the cause

so much that she called her Mommy several times. You should’ve seen her sulky face when they were about to part. Her eyes were flooded

the earlier events, Steven still felt that it

with them back then, they were well aware that she was the

mother, so why was she addressing a total stranger as

puzzled. “Tell me about

had freckles all over her face and was ordinary-looking,” Steven replied as he tried his best to recall her appearance. “Her facial features were very plain. There wasn’t anything distinctive

wasn’t asking about

Steven was rendered speechless.

“Since you know the woman is special to Sophia, Steven, why didn’t you send someone to look

that this ordinary-looking woman would be the key

his thigh as soon as he heard his brother’s

I forget such an important matter?

floor, Franklin Bowers was sharpening some colored

a higher pedestal compared to his

Franklin, Sophia drew

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

drew yellow lines around the

with a word scribbled on top of

Franklin’s eyes were clouded with

beamed