"What's wrong? Who called?"
Eliza stuck her head out and glanced at Lyric's phone.
"Sawyer? How dare this bastard contact you?"
As she spoke, Eliza wanted to snatch the phone and pick it up, but Lyric hung up before she could do it.
Then the phone was turned off.
"What are you doing?"
Lyric put her phone back into her pocket, her expression unsightly.
"I want to settle this matter myself." Lyric looked at Eliza.
Eliza retracted her hand and touched her nose in embarrassment.
"Then solve it by yourself. I won't intervene."
"I'm sorry, Eliza, for causing you and Beau to get into a fight."
"We're fine."
"Really?"
"It's true." Eliza looked away and whispered, "Don't you know me? You just need to take care of your own business."
Lyric patted Eliza's shoulder and then said to Noah, "Thank you for last night. Take good care of Mrs. Valentine for me. I'll treat you to dinner later."
