I want to go back to Prosper Bay.


    Her voice was quiet but firm, carrying a determination that couldnt be ignored.


    Lucias face tightened with concern as she immediately objected, her voice filled with worry.


    Ste, thats absolutely out of the question.


    Betsey even showed up at my house today and caused a scene.


    What if something happens to you at Prosper Bay with no one there to protect you? Ste gave a soft shake of her head, her expression calm but firm.


    Lucia, after everything that happened today, Betsey wont be causing any more trouble.


    Im sure of it.


    Lucias frustration grew as she tried to convince Ste, but when it became clear she wouldnt be swayed, Lucia turned to Matthew with a silent plea for help.


    Her eyes asked him to intervene. Matthew remainedposed, his voice steady and unruffled as he turned to Ste.


    Just apply the ointment first.


    We can discuss everything elseter.


    Stes response was unwavering.


    I dont need it.


    The tension in the room grew thicker, but before anyone could say anything more, Stes phone suddenly rang, cutting through the silence.


    She nced at the screen-Sanfords name appeared.


    Matthews eyes darkened the moment he saw who was calling.


    Oblivious to his reaction, Ste answered the call.


    On the other end, Sanford suggested meeting up, mentioning he had something important to discuss regarding Robin. Without hesitation, Ste agreed to a time and ce.


    After hanging up, she turned to Lucia.


    Lucia, I need to step out for a little while.


    Theres something I need to take care of.


    She moved toward the door, but before she could leave, Matthews hand shot out, grabbing her wrist with a firm grip.


    He fixed her with a piercing gaze, his voice cold andmanding.


    Who are you meeting? Ste hesitated, not wanting to argue in front of Lucia.


    Keeping her voice low, she murmured to Matthew, Lucia is still here.


    Matthew shot a brief nce at Lucia, his grip on Stes wrist unyielding.


    He turned to Lucia, his voice firm. Dont worry, Grandma.


    Ill take Ste there myself.


    Before Lucia could respond, Matthew pulled Ste toward the door.


    The pressure on her wrist made pain shoot through her, and Ste winced, pulling away.


    Matthew, let go! Youre hurting me.


    He halted in his tracks but didnt release her.


    His gaze turned cold, and he fixed his eyes on her, demanding, Who are you going to meet, Ste? Ste squared her shoulders, her voice rising with defiance.


    I dont need to exin myself to you.


    I can meet anyone I choose.