Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Blair could not go downstairs to meet the guest, given his condition. Besides, he did not want to see Anthony, so only Tracey went downstairs.

In the living room, on the first floor.

A man in a casual suit sat on the sofa, savoring the tea he was served.

He was handsome and resembled Luke. His skin was fair, making him look like a character from a comic strip.

When he heard footsteps, he turned around and saw Tracey walking down the stairs.

Anthony put down his cup and stood up before greeting her with a smile. "Trace, long time no see."

The last time Tracey and Anthony met was more than ten years ago, during their grandpa's birthday. Luke had brought him back to join their family, but their grandpa did not agree to it. Afterward, Anthony was sent abroad by Luke.

Tracey initially thought they would not meet again.

She walked over, sat on the sofa, and asked nonchalantly. "It's been quite a while. When did you come back?"

"A week ago."

As Anthony said that, he looked upstairs and asked, "Where's Blair?"

Tracey answered coldly, "He's busy and has no time for guests. Talk to me if you have something to say."

She did not have a good impression of Anthony.

After all, she had witnessed him putting tiny bugs into their grandpa's cup and deliberately adding soy milk, which Blair was allergic to, into his glass. Anthony was only eight years old at that time. He looked weak and harmless.

Nonetheless, that was a disguise he put on to gain sympathy.

Anthony smiled faintly. He was handsome, to begin with, and the smile made him look even more charming.

Even so, Tracey knew these were all illusions.

Anthony looked at her and said, "Tracey, I thought you'd treat me as family. After all, we have the same father."

To them, he was just a "guest".

Tracey was stunned. "That's not how Blair and I perceive family!"

"Then what is it?"

Anthony sipped on his tea and sized up Tracey. "Tracey, we have the same father. Why did Grandpa accept you but not me? What did I do wrong?"

They were both illegitimate children. However, Old Master Jefferson was only willing to accept Tracey into the family and treated him differently.

"Anthony, Grandpa accepted me

because the Fowlers felt guilty toward my mother. Otherwise, how could an illegitimate daughter like me possibly be a part of the family? As for you, you did nothing

wrong-Dad was." Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The first rule of the Fowlers was that illegitimate children were not allowed to be a part of the family.

Tracey was an exception.

All of this was Luke's fault!

"Is that so?"

Anthony looked at Tracey, still smiling. "Tracey, why are you so nice to Blair but distant toward me?" Tracey frowned.

She grew up with Blair. Also, f it was not for him protecting her over the years, she would not have survived in the family long ago. Blair was not only an older brother to her but her dearest family.

"Anthony, we're not that close!" Tracey bluntly said as she crossed her arms.

Anthony nodded. "That's true. We haven't seen each other much, so we're not as close as you and Blair, whom you grew up with." Tracey scoffed. She sensed that Anthony was a little jealous.

"Why are you here?"

"Nothing much. I just wanted to come and say hi to Master Blair."

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Anthony glanced in the direction of the second floor and grinned. "I heard from Dad he hasn't been to the office in two days. I wonder if he's sick."

"He's in good health. He didn't go to work because..."

Tracey was struck with a good idea and continued, "He and Mable quarreled. She went back home, so he's been anxiously coaxing her these two days and didn't go to work Amos has been bringing over work for him instead."

"Oh?"

Anthony raised his eyebrow and looked around. "I was wondering why Mrs. Fowler isn't here. It turns out that she's back with her family." Although he had just returned to the country, he had learned quite a bit about things in Richworth.

"But Dad said they're divorced. Isn't that right?"