The cheerful footsteps behind him, as well as Aria Grant's shouting voice, suddenly made George Flack break out in a cold sweat—how did she come downstairs?
"Who is it? Isn't that our cake?"
Thomas Yates, watching Aria Grant happily running over, had already guessed that George Flack was deceiving him. But seeing Aria Grant in good health still pleased him!
So, Thomas Yates cheerfully asked Aria Grant, "Are you so eager to taste the cake?"
From behind George Flack's silhouette, Aria Grant could barely make out Thomas Yates. How did he get here? How dare he show up?
Aria Grant went straight ahead and opened the door while George Flack stood still, unable to move a step. He didn't know if Thomas Yates would expose his lie first or if Aria would lose her composure first.
All these were unknowns, and George Flack could not predict them.
"All right, you can go now. No one here welcomes you!"
Aria Grant said firmly, snatching the cake from Thomas Yates's hand in an instant.
