Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 936

The three Lawsons were completely caught off guard by his statement!

Morgan's eyes widened in disbelief. "Have you no respect for me as your elder—"

"Mr. Lawson," Harrison cut in, "we are not family."

Seeing this, Anastasia knew Harrison had finally lost his patience and was done playing nice with the Lawsons.

It was laughable that Morgan still hadn't grasped the reality of the situation and was trying to pull the 'elder' card.

"Harrison! Who do you think you are—"

"Pfft!" Anastasia couldn't help but let out a laugh.

When all eyes suddenly turned to her, she blinked innocently and addressed Morgan directly. "Mr. Lawson, does my husband really need anyone's permission to act? On the other hand, who gave you the audacity to repeatedly assume you have the right to discipline the esteemed Mr. Harrison Lancaster?"

She pursed her lips. "Even the elders in my Lancaster family wouldn't dare speak to my husband so authoritatively. Who do you think you are?"

Morgan's face flushed crimson with rage.

He pointed a trembling finger at Anastasia. "You... you...!"

"What about me?" Anastasia asked, her tone innocent. "Was I wrong?"

"Anastasia, you have no manners!" Mrs. Lawson interjected.

Anastasia immediately turned her head, looking up at Harrison with a wronged expression. "Hubby, she insulted me!"

"How my wife behaves is none of your business, Mrs. Lawson!" Harrison said coldly.

Meeting his icy gaze, Mrs. Lawson fell silent.

Timothy stood on the sidelines, watching the drama unfold. Seeing Mr. and Mrs. Lawson at a disadvantage, he had no intention of speaking up, maintaining a detached air.

"Carter, come on, we're leaving," Anastasia called out to the silent, frail-looking boy in the corner.

The air around Harrison grew colder as his sharp gaze fell on Carter.

Carter forced himself to remain calm and, following Anastasia's instruction, got into the passenger seat.

Anastasia suddenly remembered Timothy mentioning he had specifically hired a doctor for Carter, and a wave of concern washed over her.

Had something happened? Why else would he need a doctor?

She leaned forward, about to ask Carter, but a sharp pain shot through her hand.

It was the hand Harrison was holding; his grip had tightened painfully.

She turned to see Harrison's grim expression.

"Since when have you been so familiar with him, Ana?"