If Zuko knew he was going to make up such a lie, he would have pretended to be sick these two days. How could he work so hard!?
"Zeke, come over. Let me have a look!" said Lina.
"What?" Zuko turned back to glare at her. "W-What do you want to look at?"
"If you're badly injured! We have ointments and stuff at home. I'll apply them for you if your injuries are bad!"
"No need!" Zuko blurted and put both his hands up in front of him as if Lina was trying to take advantage of him. "Uh… There's really no need. I'm thick-skinned and rugged, used to falling and knocking around. There's no need for ointment!"
"Zeke Hamerton!" Lina grabbed his T-shirt, ready to yank it up. "Just let me take a look!"
"Don't come over!"
"Why are you shouting?"
"Are you done? Don't touch me!"
Zuko glared at Lina, causing her to stand frozen in shock.
"Zeke, I was just trying to be kind..." Lina softly explained.
It would be untrue to say that his reaction didn't hurt her.
Melissa couldn't stand to see her daughter being mistreated. She hadn't overheard their conversation while she was in the room earlier, but she clearly heard Zuko's shout.
Was this some kind of joke? Was her precious daughter, who had been the center of her world for 20 years, being yelled at by a man? This son-in-law of hers needed to learn a lesson!
"Lina, Zeke, what are you two doing?" Melissa rushed out from the kitchen, holding a cleaver.
Zuko felt a cold glint flash before his eyes and quieted down instantly when he saw the cleaver in the woman's hand.
"Lina, go back to your room first. Come down to eat later!" Melissa smiled softly at her daughter. Her expression changed once her daughter left, and she stared at Zuko sternly.
"Zeke, come help me in the kitchen!"
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