Chapter 570 Counterfeit Money

• “But why do I get the feeling you're particularly attentive to my mother's instructions?” Sebastian chuckled, his tone teasing yet laced with curiosity. “Speaking of which, when we were kids, my mother once wanted to make you her godson, but my father shot down the idea. You're not still bitter about that, are you?”
• Yves' expression shifted almost imperceptibly, his laugh carrying a note of quiet resignation. “Being part of your family would've been an honor—but that was never an option for me, was it?”
• They brushed past the topic as if it were nothing more than a passing joke.