Madam Moreland had not expected her words to be ineffective and couldn't help but glare at Owen Moreland, "Owen!"
Owen Moreland lifted his eyelids, sweeping a cool glance toward the door entrance, his thin lips parting slightly. His voice was merciless and brooked no negotiation, "Grandma, if you insist on letting her in, then I shall leave."
Madam Moreland choked.
Owen Moreland had just been in a car accident yesterday, and his body hadn't fully recovered; how could he leave?
Although she favored Serene Abel, Serene was, after all, an outsider. How could she compare to her own flesh and blood grandson in importance?
"You child! Really..." Madam Moreland scolded Owen Moreland, then turning apologetically to Serene Abel, "Serene, why don't you go back first, and come again another time?"
Serene Abel stood at the entrance, her face deathly pale, eyes wide with disbelief as she stared in the direction of Owen Moreland, her eyes brimming with tears.
