Grace Langley's voice pierced through the night.

Her teacher-trained loud voice was especially clear in the silent evening.

Sophia Laurent's heart skipped a beat as she hurriedly pushed Ethan Sullivan away.

Ethan remained unmoved, his arm still wrapped around her waist. He turned to Grace with a faint smile. "Good evening, Mother Langley."

Grace had just returned from her evening dance session, beads of sweat still glistening on her forehead.

Her expression was cold as she said, "You're divorced yet still clinging to each other. How inappropriate."

But inwardly, she sighed: This son-in-law is truly handsome.

Ethan released Sophia's waist but held onto her hand.

Moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows across his chiseled face.

Calmly, he said, "We're dating now."

Grace burst into laughter.

Sophia's ears burned. "You should go home first."

Ethan stood still, his gaze fixed on her.

Grace pulled Sophia away. "Let's go. Home."

Sophia's hand slipped from Ethan's grasp.

His fingertips gave hers a gentle squeeze, sending a tingling sensation through her entire body.

In the living room, Grace collapsed onto the sofa, clicking her tongue. "Ethan seems completely devoted to you. Why not just remarry?"

Sophia tied up her long hair. "Victor Sullivan has introduced Zoe Riveron to him."

Grace sat up abruptly. "That old bastard just won't quit, will he?"

"His obsession with social status runs deep."

"Nonsense!" Grace cursed. "When Ethan was bedridden, why didn't he care about status then?"

Sophia set down her phone. "I'm going to shower."

As the sound of running water filled the bathroom, Grace picked up her phone, entered the passcode, and found Victor's number.

She stepped onto the balcony and dialed.

The call connected.

"What do you want?" Victor's voice was haughty.

Grace took a deep breath. "You old fool! What about my daughter isn't good enough for your son? If you keep meddling, I'll arrange blind dates for her tomorrow and find a son-in-law a hundred times better than yours!"

She hung up with a sharp click.

Victor glared at his phone and muttered, "Madwoman."

He looked down at the glass vial stuck to his hand, gritting his teeth.

Bowing to Sophia? Never in his dreams.

The plane landed at Taipei International Airport.

Sophia boarded a taxi with her painting supplies and assistants.

In the taxi behind, Kyle Grant watched intently as he followed.

His phone rang.

"You're in Taipei?" A gentle female voice asked.

Kyle smirked. "Your spies are everywhere."

"Can you really not let her go?"

"No."

"She was married. And she's from the Sullivan family."

Kyle was silent for a moment. "She's divorced now."

The other end of the line fell quiet.

"I want you to stay away from the Sullivans."

"Until I'm thirty, my life is my own," Kyle said firmly.

The woman sighed. "Foolish boy."

After hanging up, Kyle took out his wallet.

A faded photograph showed two children sitting side by side under a pear tree, playing flutes.

The boy gazed at the girl with tender affection.

Kyle gently touched the photo, his heart aching.

Inside the Taipei Palace Museum, Sophia stood before Travelers Among Mountains, completely absorbed.

The museum's prized masterpiece was breathtaking in its grandeur.

Lost in the painting, she didn't notice the intense gaze watching her from across the hall.

Kyle stood at the far end of the exhibition room, his burning eyes fixed on her.