Evelyn clenched her hands tightly as she explained calmly, "Just so you know, no one wants to get a stye."
She did not want to explain herself, nor did she think it was necessary.
Lucas stared at her intently and emotionlessly.
Sophia looked at her in frustration, exclaiming, "You're just making excuses. You wouldn't have admitted to anything if I didn't catch you. What an annoying person!
"This is a homestay, and there are people here to handle everything from our food to our clothes. Why did you come? We don't need you here."
Throughout the three years of marriage, she would always go to Lucas' place during the weekends or the holidays whenever she wanted to escape her mother's nagging.
Whenever she was there, Evelyn would always take care of her every need like a housekeeper.
Hence, she had gotten used to such a dynamic that she subconsciously assumed that Evelyn was using the excuse of looking after her to ruin everyone's mood.
"What's happening here?" Jessica and Blake came out one after the other.
Blake looked at Evelyn standing alone with everyone against her and chuckled. "Mr. Grant, what's causing the tense atmosphere?"
Although Sophia was young, she knew how to read a room. She knew Blake was Evelyn's brother, so she pursed her lips and remained silent.
Evelyn, on the other hand, understood that Blake was offering her way out of the mess and allowing them to move past the incident.
Turning to Jessica, Tiffany only said, "Let's grab breakfast."
Jessica wasn't interested in whatever drama that was happening, so she left with Tiffany.
Blake smiled nonchalantly as if he hadn't noticed Evelyn's humiliation. "Mr. Grant, I'll leave you to handle your family matters. I'll head over to accompany my girlfriend now."
He didn't even care that Lucas was flaunting his affair in Evelyn's face. He merely behaved like a bystander, refusing to interfere in whatever was going on.
Sophia still wanted to say something when Lucas turned to look at her. She immediately cowered and fled.
Evelyn's gaze followed Blake as he walked away. Then, Lucas' voice snapped her back to reality. "What are you looking at?"
She looked up and met his dark gaze. He remained emotionless, continuing, "Shall we have a talk?"
"I wasn't spying on you," Evelyn defended calmly.
Seemingly believing in her, he responded, "Alright. Give me your phone."
Evelyn frowned. "Why?"
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