Chapter: 684

Turning back to Derek, Madeline placed a comforting hand on his back.

“Kathy is still young and inexperienced. How could she fully grasp the harsh realities of society? As her brother, you have to support her more. This situation isn't entirely her fault."

She refrained from mentioning her involvement with Kathy, subtly implying that Kathy had been misled by others.

"She may have genuinely believed the child was Bryson's, especially considering the video from before."

“But what about the report?"

“Perhaps it was fabricated by the Andrews family to avoid responsibility? Who would you rather trust, Kathy or outsiders? Derek, let's give Kathy some space and time to process."

She needed time to come up with a plausible explanation.

In the Hancock Shooting Club.

In addition to the noise-canceling earmuffs, Sean donned protective glasses and a specialized shooting uniform. He stood with his legs slightly wider than shoulder-width apart, holding the pistol in his left hand, facing the target.

He pulled the trigger as the moving target moved gracefully from left to right.

A sharp crack echoed through the air, and a perfect round hole appeared in the bullseye of the target.

“Mr. Scott, your marksmanship remains razor-sharp. You still got it."

The applause rang out in the confined space, echoing off the walls.

After removing his ear protection, Sean turned towards the table, where he grabbed a water bottle to quench his thirst.

“Kennedy, you're too kind, but I'm just not on your level yet", Sean replied humbly. “You don't need to use formalities with me. After all, I'm younger than you and still have a lot to learn, Just call me Sean," he added.

The person talking to Sean was a man in his 60s, clad in a dark suit. His gray beard and well-groomed hair complemented the quiet confidence that emanated from his bearing, but his intense, unspoken air spoke volumes about his authority.

"Ha ha! Everyone in the Glophia knows to respect you!"

Kennedy Hayes boomed with a jovial laugh, his robust laughter filling the room.

“It has been ages since we've seen you around here," he added, his tone friendly and inquisitive. “Are family matters keeping you occupied?"

The pair, faces hidden by the steam rising from the freshly served tea, sat opposite each other.

"Ah, yes! Life has a way of keeping one on their toes," Kennedy replied, his eyes twinkling with unspoken stories.

Sean's gaze lingered on the delicate cup, the tea leaves swirling and dancing in the hot water.

"It seems to me, my friend, that a man like you should consider finding a partner to share your life's journey", Kennedy said leaning forward, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. “What's holding you back from taking that step? Let me tell you, there are many benefits to marriage, beyond the obvious companionship and affection. It's an opportunity to grow, Learn, and develop in ways you never imagined. Life is too short to waste on loneliness."

Despite his formidable appearance, Kennedy proved to be quite the conversationalist. Sean, now taking on the role of the listener, sipped his tea and allowed Kennedy's words to flow.