Joshua couldn't help but steal a glance at Arthur.
He lowered his eyes, and his usually gentle, handsome face now carried a hint of sadness.
Joshua didn't quite know what to say and muttered, "But you never contacted me."
That was true. Clearly, Arthur hadn't reached out either. No matter what, it should have been a mutual understanding between the two of them, not Arthur condemning him.
Arthur couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile—a faint, helpless smile. He parted his lips to speak, but before he could say anything, it was as if he sensed something. He immediately stepped back.
At the same time, Henry's strong foot pressed down exactly where Arthur had just been standing.
It was obvious that if Arthur hadn't moved quickly, his foot would have been "accidentally" stepped on by Henry.
Arthur looked up and saw Henry standing firmly in front of Joshua, his expression always cold and intimidating. Now, he furrowed his brow at Arthur, as if looking at a corpse.
