Ethan Ainsley: "My fiancée."

Hiram Bailey's gaze fell on the box, saying, "He's always had a gun by his side, but now he treats Ethan Ainsley like one of his own in a blink of an eye."

"Really?" asked Egbert Bailey.

Hiram Bailey's gaze landed on the box in Egbert Bailey's hand, "Isn't it obvious? He even gave you the gun."

Egbert Bailey chuckled, the corner of his mouth spreading with an indifferent and faint hint of coldness, reminding Hiram Bailey, "Didn't you notice the silver pistol on Elijah Bailey's waist?"

Hiram Bailey: "..."

...

Downstairs.

In the brightly lit hall.

After Ethan Ainsley arrived, he didn't go up to find anyone right away, but instead waited in the hall.

Seeing Elijah Bailey coming down, alone, Ethan's expression remained calm, as if it was not the slightest bit surprising.

He hadn't seen Elijah Bailey either.

The last time they met, he was being hunted, and Ethan had saved him once.

"What brings you here in the middle of the night?"