Relax, it will be a little painful.

Robert stopped and turned to look at Sophia. His eyes were full of coldness, like ice.

When their eyes met, Sophia felt a shiver go down her spine from how intense his stare was. But she stood tall, her eyes full of anger.

"Answer me!" she demanded.

Robert’s cold gaze shifted to the butler, Uncle Mark.

"Madam..." Uncle Mark rushed over, reaching out to take Anthony. "Madam, let me take the young master."

Sophia raised a hand to stop him. "Don’t touch Anthony."

Uncle Mark’s face turned pale as he glanced at Robert, unsure of what to do.

Robert’s dark eyes flicked to the wound on Sophia's palm before looking back at Uncle Mark.

Uncle Mark saw the look in Robert’s eyes and quickly backed off, leaving the scene.

"Master Miller..." Sophia saw that Robert was ignoring her as he walked away, and it stung. She felt terrible being ignored like that.

Father and son were the same in their silence.

But Anthony was sick.

Robert was cold and silent.