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"That's your father," Andrew replied coldly.

"He's still your elder. Andrew, don't forget your blood ties with the Turner family," Layla's face slightly darkened.

"Blood ties don't mean everything," Andrew teased. "The only one who truly acted as my father figure was Joshua."

Mentioning Joshua, Layla's expression changed slightly. She adjusted her sleeves and tousled her long hair, casually saying, "I just saw Zoe, but now she's gone off somewhere. I'll go chat with her. You should go back and rest early."

After Layla finished speaking, she twisted her waist and left.

Andrew put out his cigarette, rubbed his sore brow with two fingers, and faintly smiled.

Joshua and Layla were also tangled in some unresolved mess.

He stood on the terrace for a while, somewhat weary, and then went back inside.

Andrew's room was also on the third floor, the largest room at the end of the left side, with an attached study and office space.

As he pushed open the door, a choking perfume scent permeated the