As soon as those words left his mouth, the vibe in the room took a sharp turn. It wasn't the first time Nicholas had dropped a bomb like this, and he definitely wasn't joking.
Scarlette let out a deep breath, setting her utensils down. "You need to leave. Don't come looking for me again. The Greenard family has been calling, and I don't want to blow this out of proportion."
Every time she saw Nicholas, she'd beg him to stop causing trouble, but he never listened.
Without warning, Nicholas stood up and flipped the tablecloth, sending all the carefully arranged dishes crashing to the floor, leaving a chaotic mess behind.
He glanced at Morgan and let out a short laugh. "I've known her since we were kids. I don't care why you two are together, but as long as I'm around, marriage is off the table. Dr. Morgan, you're still young; you can find someone else."
Morgan, calm and collected in his glasses, held Scarlette's hand firmly. His message was clear—he wasn't going anywhere.
Nicholas watched them, hand in hand, and his breath came in heavy spurts. It took him a moment before he muttered, "I seriously don't get what makes him better than me."
"Nicholas, you're acting like a child, and I don't have time for it. Morgan wouldn't storm into someone's place and ruin dinner."
Scarlette's voice was steady, her eyes showing no emotion. "Keep this up, and I'll focus my career overseas. I've been getting ready for it."
She had the means to leave the Greenard family behind. There was no need to put herself through this.
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