"Please stop sending me things from now on. I don't need them. Just take care of your girlfriend!"
"Chloe Grant, why are you doing this? Are you trying to draw a line between us?" Lucas's face looked even worse!
"I'm just avoiding suspicion!"
"Whatever, suit yourself."
In a fit of rage, Lucas opened the door directly and smashed the bowl of fruit onto the ground, causing a loud noise.
Without even glancing at her, Lucas walked out, closed the door, and went downstairs.
Because the commotion upstairs was loud, both Mrs. Morgan and Mr. Morgan downstairs heard it.
"What's going on?"
As soon as Lucas came down, Mrs. Morgan walked over to ask him.
"Your granddaughter wants to draw a line with me."
Lucas was very upset, so his words were sharp.
"What's going on? Also, you're already twenty-eight years old, why are you throwing a tantrum like an eighteen-year-old boy?" Mrs. Morgan was very dissatisfied with this.
Lucas didn't want to answer.
