Morris Jackson seemed dissatisfied with her answer: "Do I need to step in?"
Lyra subconsciously wanted to shake her head, but recalling that she hadn't planned to go public, this seemed like a trick question.
There was no right answer.
She hesitated and said, "Uncle, I think…"
Before she could finish her sentence, Morris interrupted her: "Take your time eating, I'll wait for you outside."
Morris took a napkin, wiped his mouth, and then got up, leaving his seat and the dining room.
Lyra sighed. Had she said something to upset him again…?
She had to pretend she knew nothing and deliberately ignore it without asking.
Ah!
Life is unpredictable, like the intestines intertwined.
After breakfast, Lyra went back to her room to change her clothes before going out.
It was a bit colder today, so she prepared to put on a coat. Seeing the dazzling array of new clothes, each style more beautiful than the last, Lyra had a mischievous idea in her mind.
