Marcus Sterling and Juliana Joyce waited for Tristan Sterling at the door, standing side by side with varied expressions.
Marcus Sterling frowned, occasionally raising his hand to check his watch, his face full of impatience and restlessness.
Juliana Joyce folded her hands over her lower abdomen, and although she had a smile on her lips, her eyes unconsciously drifted to the distant road, clearly waiting for her son's arrival.
Her cheongsam was tailored well, her hair bun impeccable, appearing dignified and proper, yet that suppressed anxiety remained hidden in her slightly trembling fingertips.
As soon as the car stopped, Marcus Sterling's face darkened: "Didn't I tell you to come earlier? Look at what time it is now?"
He strode forward, his tone severe, almost growling through clenched teeth.
The car door slowly opened, the black Bentley's wheels grinding over the edge of the red carpet, making a faint friction sound.
