"Off to work."
The meal became inedible, so Lucas simply waved, greeted Lily Grant from a distance, and turned to leave.
"Sorry for the scene."
Isabella Gray looked at the hesitant expression on Lily Grant's face and said helplessly.
Lily shook her head, smiling at her, "Honestly, don't laugh at me! What I love most about Lucas is that it always feels like there's a child living inside him."
"It's not that there's a child inside him; he just never grows up!"
Mr. Morgan next to them let out a cold snort.
Isabella subtly rolled her eyes at him, "You shouldn't talk either."
Already at such an age, having narrowly escaped death, the old man still had more of a childish temper than his son.
"Cough, cough!"
Mr. Morgan coughed awkwardly, feeling quite humiliated to be scolded like a child at home.
Isabella couldn't be bothered with him and picked up a golden fried dough stick for Lily, "Here, you love this, have some more."
