For Lyra, she couldn't tell Uncle about this matter, as he would definitely interfere if he knew about it.
As for making decisions, Lyra had her own plan in mind.
So she tactfully declined Uncle's good intentions and then expressed her stance: "For important matters, I will definitely discuss them with Uncle and never keep him in the dark. But for this one… it's a small matter so please don't bother yourself with making decisions for me."
"Bother?" He seemed displeased.
"Trouble." She quickly changed the word.
"Trouble?"
"…"
Lyra's little face tensed up, and she found herself at a loss for words. Why should there be any trouble between husband and wife? She should just say it directly—
"I really don't need your help with this, Uncle." She tried another approach.
Morris Jackson smirked.
Lyra thought that the topic was over, and Uncle shouldn't ask her about it anymore.
Indeed, Morris Jackson didn't continue with the subject.
Instead, he casually asked about other things.
