Morris Jackson drove the car himself to the old mansion, with Lyra Smith sitting in the passenger seat.
Although she talked and laughed during the ride and appeared relaxed, her palms were already breaking out in a sweat.
Morris noticed her nervousness hidden beneath her smile, and reached over the armrest to hold Lyra's sweaty hand.
"Lyra."
Hearing Uncle Morris call her name, Lyra glanced over: "What?"
Morris looked at her and then focused on driving, saying, "You're very nervous."
"I'm not, I'm not nervous, really not." The more nervous Lyra was, the more she tried to hide it.
She repeated it three times in one sentence.
Morris couldn't help but laugh, pressing her sweaty palm: "How do you explain the sweat in your palm?"
Lyra's attempt to conceal her nervousness faltered: "…"
As she was still trying to hide her anxiety, she heard him say, "The rumors about my mother's personality are true; she is indeed a strict person."
