Chapter 193: No need to panic

Stefan pushed the door open without knocking. He’d learned long ago that when a Steve walked away from the dinner table mid-meal, it meant something bad.

Inside, the room was dimly lit, a single bedside lamp casting soft, shaky shadows against the walls. And there was Steve, hunched over like a man carrying the weight of his entire life on his shoulders, fumbling with a small amber bottle in his trembling hands.