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Chapter 562
Barbara's words hung in the air, turning the room ice-cold.
Aveline, merely an outsider in this situation, found the scene before her utterly absurd. This family constantly invoked the memory of a dead man to dictate Lucas' actions. Whenever he did something that displeased them, they would use this deceased person to lecture him.
How laughable...
Perhaps they knew deep down that they had no other way to persuade Lucas, so they resorted to such tactics.
Aveline watched coldly from the sidelines.
Lucas remained composed, his deep, magnetic voice carrying a chill as he spoke, " Grandma, why don't you understand yet? It's not just that he's dead; even if he were alive and standing right in front of me, he wouldn't have the right to interfere in my affairs."
"You..."
Barbara began coughing violently at his words, her already wrinkled, aged face appearing even more frail.
Frederick's expression grew darker. "Lucas, how can you speak to your grandmother like that? Can't you see how weak she is?"
Lucas looked at him and replied, "If you're worried that my words will upset her, then you shouldn't have called me here in the first place."
"You!"
Frederick was once again left speechless with anger.
Yvonne interjected gently, “Alright, now is not the time for arguing. Mom, you shouldn't worry
about Lucas' affairs anymore. He has his own opinion. What you need to focus on now is recovering your health. Once you're better, you'll be able to hold your great-grandchild in the future.” Barbara could only look at Lucas, her eyes moist, wanting to say something but unable to stop coughing.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
Sophia gently patted her chest, trying to soothe her.
"Lucas, Madam Barbara's in a fragile state. Maybe tone it down a bit?" Sophia's eyes met Lucas's, her voice laced with worry.
Lucas shot her a glance. "And who do you think you are, to tell me what to do?"
“I...” Sophia's face turned pale, shocked by how harsh Lucas' words were.
He had never spoken like this before.
Lucas then cast a cold glance at the butler and the servants. "This is a Tudor family matter. What is an outsider doing here?"
The butler, hearing Lucas' words, instinctively glanced at Frederick and Yvonne.
Lucas scoffed coldly, "Why are you looking at them? Am I not part of this family, unable to give you orders?"
A cold sweat immediately broke out on the butler's forehead.
Under immense pressure, he walked over to Sophia's side and said, "Miss Winter, please excuse yourself. Madam Barbara has something she wishes to discuss with Mr. Lucas.” Sophia's expression grew even more unpleasant; Lucas was blatantly humiliating her!
She struggled to keep her emotions in check, stood up, and left. But as she passed by Aveline, she suddenly whispered, "Do you think I don't know what you've been up to? Lucas has already taken care of it for me. Whatever you're aiming for is bound to fail."
With a smug smile, she left the room.
Aveline kept her
gaze lowered, her expression unchanged.
As the door closed, Lucas pulled up a chair and sat by the bedside, looking at Barbara's frail face.
He spoke calmly, “Grandma, you really should focus on your recovery. It seems you can't find peace here in Cloudflare City, so why don't I send you abroad? There's a beautiful, serene island where you can do whatever you like."
Upon hearing this, Barbara's face immediately darkened. "What... what do you mean? Are you planning to imprison me?"
Lucas raised an eyebrow. "How could you say that? I'm just trying to be filial.”