"Mr. Cooper, how about that, am I correct?" Charles Coldwell turned around, actively addressing Aidan Lucas.
Aidan Lucas hadn't planned to cause trouble for Theodore Lucas and his son at the Coldwell's banquet.
He understood the virtue of patience and didn't want to steal the spotlight from Charles Coldwell.
Yet unexpectedly, Charles Coldwell, who had no close personal ties with him, was implicitly protecting him throughout their conversation.
If he continued to keep a low profile at this juncture, it would be sheer hypocrisy.
"Mr. Coldwell is right," Aidan Lucas nodded, his voice icy, "The Lucas family's civil registry and family tree indeed do not contain that person's name. He has never been recognized by my Grandpa or the other Lucas family kin."
"Aidan Lucas, Nolan is your brother after all, how can you kick a man when he's down?"
"My brother?" Aidan Lucas looked toward an apparently disappointed Theodore Lucas with a frosty gaze.
