Chapter 1738

Howard wiped the sweat from his forehead, shooting a glare at Jeremiah. Was he trying to get him killed? Before long, he reached the desk. Just as he was about to pull out his chair and sit down, Lincoln suddenly turned to face him, their eyes locking. Howard forced a nervous chuckle. "Sorry, Lincoln. I was just playing with Nana for a bit before coming in. I only had one piece of cake—just one! I didn't overdo it!" Lincoln looked at him calmly, his gaze profound. At first glance, he resembled a tiny adult. Feeling the tension rise, Howard's palms began to sweat, and he nervously averted his gaze. After a long, heavy pause, Lincoln's youthful but firm voice cut through the silence. "Howard, look at me." Howard swallowed hard, gathering his courage to meet Lincoln's steady gaze. His hands hung anxiously at his sides, trembling slightly. From the moment they met, Lincoln had always exuded a commanding presence. Despite being the same age, he had a knack for making Howard feel small