Camryn said, “Trenton, if you can’t manage the company, they’ll offer to help you run it. Do you really believe that if you hand over the company to them, they will give it back? Even if it is returned, it will just be a shell of what it once was.” After Camryn finished speaking, he turned to Callum and said, “Let’s go.”

“Okay,” Callum replied, thoughtfully taking his fiancée’s hand as they walked out of the coffee shop and quickly left.

Trenton didn’t follow them; he stood where he was, watching his sister leave with a sense of guilt. After some time, he looked away, returned to his seat in frustration, and silently picked up his cup of coffee, taking a sip before setting it down. He didn’t particularly enjoy coffee.

Rubbing his face, which bore the sting from his sister’s slap, he felt a burning pain; it was likely swollen. His sister had been so angry that she struck him. Instead of feeling resentment towards her, Trenton felt guilt, realizing he had been an *sshole for saying so many hurtful things.

“Trenton, Trenton, there you are! I knocked on your door, but you didn’t respond, so I came downstairs to find you.” A familiar voice called out, and Trenton recognized it immediately. He stood up, grabbed his backpack, and started to leave.

“Trenton,” Mr. Chandler said, catching his arm, “where are you going? Come on, cousin, let’s have coffee together.” Mr. Chandler attempted to pull Trenton back to his original seat.

Trenton struggled to shake him off and replied coldly, “I don’t like coffee, brother. I need to step out for a bit.” He tried to leave again, but Mr. Chandler grabbed him once more.

He was forcefully pulled back to the table just now. Mr. Chandler actually witnessed Callum assisting Camryn out of the coffee shop and inferred that Camryn was also searching for Trenton. To avoid the two of them, he approached Trenton only after they had left the hotel. Mr. Chandler pushed Trenton back to his original position, his young face displaying a cold expression.

“Trenton, what happened to your face? Who did this to you? Tell me, and I will help you teach him a lesson and relieve your anger,” Mr. Chandler asked with concern after taking a seat and noticing Trenton’s red and swollen face.

He had a suspicion in his mind. It must have been that little brat Camryn who hit Trenton. It seemed the siblings had a fierce argument; otherwise, with Camryn’s temperament, she wouldn’t have resorted to violence. The only person who would dare to hurt Camryn was her brother, who was usually protective of her.

“My oldest sister called. Brother, do you dare to confront her about this? Are you willing to go to her and take out your frustration on me?”