Molly’s long black hair spread smoothly on the pillow, her body delicate with barely noticeable rises and falls.

She whispered, "Do you still want me?"

Ocelotte didn’t respond.

At that moment, his phone rang. It was a call from Noah.

Ocelotte glanced at Molly, signaling for her to remain silent, and answered the call without hesitation. "It's a last-minute business trip. I won't be coming back tonight."

On the other end of the phone, Noah wasn’t easily fooled. He let out a cold laugh, "A business trip? Is it you going on a trip, or is it your second brother?"

Ocelotte fell silent.

Noah continued, "I don't care what you do out there, Ocelotte. But there’s one thing—don’t fool around with yourself, end up getting tricked, and regret it later. There’s plenty of things in life you’ll regret!"

Ocelotte's voice was hoarse as he replied, "I know, Dad."

Noah snorted, "You know nothing."

It was clear that Noah had learned about what his son had been up to recently. As a father, of cou