Chapter 2274

Once his thoughts settled, the scrutiny in Howard's eyes quietly faded, replaced by the gentle steadiness typical of the Cromwell family's eldest brother in this life. He adjusted his position slightly, his back supported by a soft pillow that had already been placed, so he would not feel strained. A faint but sincere smile curved his lips, and though his voice was a little hoarse from not speaking for so long, it remained clear and warm as he gestured to Carl: "Come over and sit. Did you stop by to see me on your way?"
His tone was naturally familiar, entirely that of someone treating his own sister's fiancé with closeness—neither distant nor probing. Any uncertainty or inability to see through Carl, born of instincts from his previous life, was hidden deep within his eyes, never revealed.
He knew that now was not the time to question origins or probe for power. The man before him was someone Amelia cared for, a junior recognized by the Cromwell family. He would handle the boundaries with proper measure.