Edward looked at his son for a few seconds after hearing his confident words. Then, a slow, proud smile spread across his face. He gave a small nod, clearly pleased.
"You've done well," he said. "And I expect nothing less from my son."
Marcus leaned back in his chair, looking visibly proud after receiving his father's praise. A confident smirk played on his lips as he replied,
"I would have brought her here long ago if you hadn't said otherwise."
Edward let out a small chuckle at his son's words, but the smile slowly faded from his face.
"Don't get overconfident. Love can be a powerful tool, but it can also turn unpredictable."
His expression turned serious once again as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. His sharp eyes locked onto Marcus with a heavy, unwavering gaze.
