Oliver Turner began to get annoyed as he spoke.
Kay Forrest raised an eyebrow, threw his phone onto the sofa, stood up, and quickly walked to Jane Quinlan’s side, placing his hand on her shoulder and looked displeasedly at Oliver Turner.
"Oliver Turner, watch how you speak to my girlfriend.
Is it my girlfriend’s problem that your girlfriend can’t handle basic living skills?
What are you yelling at my girlfriend for?
Do you think Jane owes both of you something?
One gets kicked out and has to turn to Jane.
The other comes and starts ordering her around.
Is it your place to yell at my woman?"
Oliver Turner sighed: "That’s not what I mean.
The situation today was indeed dangerous; you have to admit that, don’t you?
Jane Quinlan isn’t like Lily Snow; she knows basic life skills.
If Jane had been at home today, would any of this have happened?
If something unfortunate had happened today, who would be the most upset?"
Jane Quinlan lowered her gaze; indeed, she was terrified when she saw her house on fire.
She knew Lily Snow was a spoiled girl; how could she dare to leave her alone at home then?
"So you think Jane loves running errands, huh.
Lily Snow went to the market to buy chicken and ended up bringing back a live chicken.
Could she kill it, or should Jane be able to do it?
Jane is the host; could she possibly order Lily Snow to go to the market to kill the chicken?
With Lily’s silly act, what if she had brought back the chicken’s feathers too?
Everyone has their own way of doing things; why do you assume Lily’s mistakes are Jane’s to scold for?
Damn it, I also lack life skills.
I live alone every day, yet you don’t see me setting the house on fire, do you?
According to you, having life skills is also a mistake, is it?"
Lily Snow discontentedly said: "Kay Forrest, stop calling me stupid.
I know I did wrong today, it’s not Jane’s fault.
But there’s no need for you to scold me, right?"
"Scold you? I haven’t even hit you yet.
Jane took you in, kindly taught you how to cook to please your man, and now she has to take the scolding for you, is it?"
Lily Snow guiltily looked at Jane Quinlan: "Jane, I’m sorry, Oliver doesn’t know anything.
He didn’t mean to take his anger out on you. I apologize to you, please don’t be mad at me."
Jane Quinlan waved her hand: "I’m not mad, actually... it’s also my fault; I shouldn’t have left you alone at home."
Kay Forrest glared at her: "There are so many potential dangers with her being alone at home.
She might cause a fire, she might jump off a building, or she might flood the place.
So just because you took her in, your life can’t go on?
When someone apologizes to you for their mistakes, you don’t need to consider their feelings.
Just accept it naturally; after all, it wasn’t your fault in the first place."
Jane Quinlan held his hand: "All right, say less, no one meant any harm." Lily Snow gripped Oliver Turner: "Today wasn’t Jane’s fault, I was the one at fault.
But... sob... I just wanted to learn some cooking skills to make you meals.
I wanted you to know that I am determined to change for you."
Oliver Turner looked at her: "I don’t need you to do these pointless things for me."
Kay Forrest lifted his chin: "Let me tell you, Oliver Turner.
Take this ’ancestor’ back and look after her yourself.
My place is too small, can’t accommodate this big Buddha.
It’s a minor issue if my house burned down, but if something had happened to Jane in there today, I wouldn’t let it go."
Oliver Turner frowned as he looked at Kay Forrest; this guy has such a temper.
It was just a few words to his girlfriend, was there really a need for him to be this angry?
Jane Quinlan looked up at Kay Forrest; since the beginning, he has been defending her honor.
To Director Turner it was just a few words, but he treated it like a massive issue.
She faintly lifted her lips, feeling cherished and protected in this way felt truly wonderful.
She never imagined meeting a man, falling in love with a man who would unhesitatingly confront his own friend for her.
Oliver Turner didn’t say anything more, but Kay Forrest embraced her and turned to leave.
Jane Quinlan struggled but couldn’t move: "Kay Forrest, don’t be ."
Kay Forrest glared at her: "Shut up, Oliver Turner, go and move your girlfriend’s things from that burned-down house yourself. From now on, we’re not looking after her anymore."
He led Jane away. Jane Quinlan turned to the two people inside and bowed, intending to say goodbye, but was abruptly dragged out by him.