Chloe Grant walked back, but before she got halfway, Lucas Morgan, standing over there, suddenly lifted his head. His gaze was sharp and cold, like a blade, startling Chloe into stopping her steps.
He simply glanced at her, said nothing, and turned to enter the villa, locking the door behind him.
Lucas slightly raised his head, walked a few steps inside, but couldn’t take it anymore, bracing his hand on the table, rubbing his forehead with the other.
Since that incident three years ago, he developed a chronic migraine that couldn’t be cured.
Chloe, all these years, his hidden ailment, you’re both the addiction and the illness.
Outside, Chloe Grant was still very worried, unsure of how Lucas Morgan was doing.
She felt guilty for throwing a tantrum and challenging this powerful figure—what madness.
With Lucas in this state, she didn’t know what to do.
Walking back and forth at the door, she was really worried—what if something happened?
She dared not contact the elders at the old house, who had long been asleep at this late hour. Contacting them would be a whole fuss, and Mr. Morgan’s heart condition was already bad; what if it triggered an old ailment?
After pacing at the door for a while, Chloe Grant really couldn’t think of anyone to call, so she ended up phoning Lucas Morgan.
At this time, Lucas Morgan had just dropped off Lily Grant and was standing downstairs, smoking, agitated by what happened at the hotel today.
He didn’t even find that senior colleague earlier, who claimed to have gone home for summer break, leaving him with anger and no outlet.
When Lucas Morgan received Chloe Grant’s call, it was quite unexpected.
He thought she would probably never want to deal with him in this lifetime.
"Chloe?" Lucas Morgan almost couldn’t believe it when he answered the phone.
His expression changed dramatically, "Wait for me!"
After hanging up, Lucas Morgan quickly hailed a taxi, started it up, and sped home.
Damn it, why has it flared up again?
Lucas Morgan bit his lip, ran countless red lights, and returned home at the fastest speed.
Chloe Grant was still standing at the door, worried sick.
Lucas Morgan had locked himself inside for a long time, and he still hadn’t come out. Was he okay?
Chloe Grant also didn’t have the courage to go in and find him alone.
Anxious and impatient, she finally saw Lucas Morgan arrive.
Chloe Grant, ignoring everything that happened today, ran toward Lucas Morgan and said, "Uncle Morgan’s obsessive-compulsive disorder flared up, his eyes were all red, it was terrifying, and he locked himself inside for a long time."
While speaking, Chloe Grant was so anxious she kept stomping her feet.
What obsessive-compulsive disorder? It was clearly a hidden ailment flaring up!
Lucas Morgan reassured Chloe Grant, "Don’t worry, I’ll go in and take a look. It’s alright."
He patted Chloe Grant on the shoulder, told her to wait outside, and then headed inside.
Coincidentally, just as Lucas Morgan was about to kick the door open, it opened from the inside on its own.
Lucas Morgan appeared, impeccably dressed, his expression calm.
At that moment, Chloe Grant was almost dumbstruck; this was entirely different from the agitated and furious Lucas Morgan from before.
But she was so worried that she didn’t think much, rushing up to ask, "Lucas, Uncle, are you alright?"
Lucas Morgan looked at her panicked appearance, her forehead covered in cold sweat, probably from being scared.
He frowned slightly, lifted his hand, and wiped the cold sweat from Chloe Grant’s forehead.
When the cool fingertip brushed the warm forehead, Chloe Grant shivered instinctively, then was puzzled by this gesture.