"It'll be best for you to head to the company," Lawrence said whilst twirling a pen in between his hand.
His quack of a doctor told him spinning pens should help with his sore joints. Leaning back in his chair, he could feel his secretary's pressing stare to take the medicine later.
"And talk to your Uncle yourself," Lawrence finalized. "I am simply here to warn you, Lina, of what's to come."
Lina pressed her lips together. She no longer owed her Uncle a favor, which meant he should be treating her well, right? She met Milo's worried stare and offered him a smile. Her brother was still young and she didn't want to burden him.
"Alright then," Lina said. "Thank you for the warning, Grandfather. I'll handle it from here."
Lina hung up the phone and handed it back to Milo.
"You can tell Mother to stop planning my funeral," Lina told Milo, realizing it must've been her mother screaming.
