Chapter 8: In What Capacity Do You Question?
Chloe Grant felt waves of humiliation wash over her, accompanied by the pain of betrayal and anger.
Her body staggered back, and just as she was about to fall, a hand suddenly appeared around her waist, stabilizing her.
Chloe Grant lifted her head numbly and met a pair of deep, indifferent eyes, with no emotion at all.
"Sit down and eat." He spoke, his tone cold, guiding Chloe Grant towards the seat and seating her next to him.
"Lucas, I... I'd better leave." Lily Grant's voice was coy, tinged with grievance, "Cousin seems unable to accept me being with you... perhaps I should go, I... I have a good relationship with her, and I don't want her to be unhappy."
"What nonsense are you talking about? She didn't say anything, don't overthink it." Lucas Morgan gently reassured her.
Chloe Grant looked up, her eyes already red, and fists clenched tightly under the table, trembling violently.
At this moment, she couldn't say anything.
She even wanted to question Lucas Morgan, what exactly was going on?