Francine never hoped for her dense son to actually swing by as told, as she only intended
to intimidate Jovan and Sheila. After all, Stefan was undoubtedly the future head of the
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family, so no one would ever dare to upset him.
As expected, Sheila’s arrogance instantly faded, and she lowered her voice. “Such
embarrassing things should be handled privately, right? Let’s not bother anyone else.
Besides, my dear nephew is probably busy with his new girlfriend, so he wouldn’t have the
time for such trivial matters!”
“Now you’re calling it a trivial matter? Didn’t you want to call the cops not long ago?”
Francine glared at Sheila, her demeanor arrogant. “I’ll tell you what, Campbell. My son and
Seraphina are just acting, who he truly loves is Renee! Now that your son has laid a finger
on his girl, my son will definitely not let him off!”
Sheila gulped nervously, her cocky expression replaced with extreme panic. She warned
Jovan, who was standing next to her. “Son, I don’t care who started it, but you have sinned.
Let’s fly back to Newrest and repent before the Lord!”
At the time, she felt like the perfect strategy was to send Jovan away for now. When their
family tried to ‘commit treason’ back then, Stefan and Jovan’s relationship had already
deteriorated to the point of no return. Stefan had been merciful enough to have spared
Jovan, and yet the womanizer proceeded to make a move on his own cousin-in-law.
Sheila knew that Stefan might actually murder her son with his own two hands if he were to
come.
“Hey, don’t go yet. Weren’t you acting all high and mighty just now? Why are you being a
coward now? You’re clearly guilty!” Francine blocked Jovan’s path, looking fierce.
Jovan smiled casually and replied, “Aunt Francine, I never wanted to run. I actually want
Stefan to come by, so I’ll be able to explain it all to him. I believe Stefan is a generous man,
and he’ll give us his blessings by the end of this.”
“Shut up!” Sheila was so painicked by her son’s madness that she stomped her feet,
shoving him to the side. “You punk! Are you trying to make me mad?! I told you to leave, so
leave! Stop this nonsense now!”
Ultimately, she just wanted her son to survive this. As long as her son lived, they would still
have a chance at turning the tables. If he lost his life due to this, not only would the law
dismiss their case, the entire family would think they deserved it too.
“Madam, Master, M… Master Stefan is here!”
As they were still fighting, one of the maids came running up with a report.
Stefan’s tall figure entered the room, a cold expression painted across his face. His
menacing aura was similar to dark clouds in the sky, causing the entire living room to fall
silent.
Everyone immediately tensed up, not daring to make any reckless moves. The only person
who seemed unaffected was Renee. Despite being in the eye of a hurricane, she behaved
like a complete outsider, crossing her arms as she calmly smiled at the man.
She hadn’t expected Stefan to come at all… ‘So, that means I’m still pretty important to him!
I’m not so easily thrown away!’
“Son, you’ve finally come! If you were any later, this shameless piece of trash would’ve
escaped!” Francine beamed, as she had not expected him either.
At the very least, this indicated that Stefan cared about Renee to some extent, and the two
had a chance to start over.
Stefan, on the other hand, had his eyes fixated on Renee. It was as if no one else existed in
this world to him
