Lyra Smith bit her lip without responding.
He reached out to grab her chin, using just enough force to pry her clenched teeth apart. She pursed her lips again, and the next second, he suddenly leaned in close—
"Uncle Morris!"
When she called him Uncle Morris, her voice involuntarily softened, making his heart flutter.
He helped her sit back up and said, "No one from the family house will go to the estate. You can go there whenever you want. Arrange your daily life as you please."
Lyra listened and nodded.
"Lyra." He called her.
She turned to look at him, "Hm?"
Morris Jackson asked her, "Do you understand what I mean?"
"I, understand…" Although she replied that she understood, her mind was actually quite muddled.
Morris Jackson's arm encircled her waist, pulling her closer, his low voice ringing in her ear, "Then explain to me the meaning of what I just said."
Lyra immediately felt baffled.
