Back in his room, Leo Harrell stretched out his hand, involuntarily rubbing his temples. At this moment, he had shed the coldness he'd displayed earlier, his entire being filled with exhaustion.
"Leo, are you still troubled by Sophia's matters?"
Seeing his father appear before him, Leo couldn't help but muster a bit more energy, yet in front of Edward Harrell, he made no attempt to disguise his feelings.
"Father, why have you returned?"
Edward let out a slight sigh, "I've already heard about her situation. I have told you before, I never liked Evelyn Smith—it was you who insisted. Now that things have reached this point, I think you know very well what's going on in your heart, and it's not right for me to say much more. I still hope you can discern your own feelings and understand what it is you truly want."
After leaving such an enigmatic message, Edward slowly exited the room, leaving Leo sitting by the study table, deep in thought.
"What is it that I truly want?"