Johanna quickly stepped forward to calm Imogen, her delicate hand gently patting Imogen's back. Occasionally, she glanced nervously at Stephan, a slightly aggrieved look on her face, as if silently pleading, "I really didn't mean to cause trouble."

Stephan cast her a cold glare. "Don't let it happen again," he warned, his voice laced with menace. He despised anyone touching his belongings, especially his phone.

Johanna bit her lip. "Understood," she whispered.

Imogen, lacking the full context, understood Johanna had presumptuously answered one of Stephan's calls and was being reprimanded. It seemed an overreaction.

"It's just a small thing, Stephan," she protested. "Must you be so harsh? Johanna is my sister-in-law; treat her with respect. Don't bully her!"

Stephan's expression remained unchanged. "I haven't done anything yet," he said coldly, "and it's only because of you." If it weren't for Imogen, he would have made Johanna pay for her actions.

Imogen's temper flared, but she forced herself to breathe deeply, silently repeating, "Don't get angry. Don't get angry." Finally, she muttered, "Fine. Just get out. Go do whatever you need to do."

After a moment, she added grudgingly, "Take care of yourself and eat on time. Don't drink so much—you know your stomach can't handle it." Her tone softened, the irritation melting into concern. She turned away, signaling the end of the conversation. Her sulking was childish.

Stephan sighed, a rare hint of helplessness crossing his face. He had planned to leave, but seeing Imogen's sightless eyes, guilt and sorrow washed over him. He would never forget the day she had shielded him from a spray of poison—that small, frail figure stepping in front of him without hesitation, her courage unwavering.

"Imogen…" he began.

"Hmm?" she responded, her tone light. "What is it?"

"I've found a few specialists. After you've delivered the baby, I'll have them come to check your eyes…"

Imogen hesitated. She wanted to refuse. Over the years, Stephan had consulted countless renowned doctors, and none had restored her sight. But seeing his determination, she couldn't crush his hopes. Smiling faintly, she nodded. "Alright, I'll leave it to you."

Satisfied, Stephan turned to leave.

"Wait!" Imogen's voice stopped him. Her expression turned serious. "Stephan, have you found any leads on who killed Archie?"

Four months ago, her fiancé, Archie, had been lost at sea. His body was never recovered. The devastating news had caused Imogen to faint. Stephan had personally led the search, recovering only a bloodstained wreckage of the boat and the remains of a few crew members trapped in the cabin. The other passengers, including Archie, had vanished without a trace, presumed lost to the creatures of the deep.

Off to the side, Johanna's fingers clenched tightly. She watched Stephan, her face a picture of nervous anticipation, awaiting his response.