Lucas showed up.
The moment Fiona saw him, her eyes lit up. "Lucas!"
She got up and ran toward him, full of excitement.
But she hadn’t even gotten within three meters when Lucas raised a hand like she was some plague—his face screamed disgust, the kind that sticks in the air like smog.
Dodging her completely, he didn’t even glance at the Morgan family. He strode right up to his parents and barked at Helen, "Who told you to make up those ridiculous lies? Are you trying to make me look worse than I already do? Or do you just think I haven’t humiliated myself enough yet?"
Helen looked at her son, stunned, her pupils twitching slightly.
The Morgans all looked like they’d just bitten into lemons.
They weren’t stupid—they knew exactly who he was really talking to.
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