Tristan Lowell's face twitched sharply, feeling a cold sweat instantly rising on his back.
Facing such an existence, he simply couldn't stay calm.
He forced a grim smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Mr. Alex, a misunderstanding! Purely a misunderstanding!"
He hurriedly opened his mouth.
"I just wanted her to go out and relax a bit, not to worry about family matters, and have a good rest!"
"Who knew the child's hearing was bad and took it as 'abandonment'... Definitely not what I meant!"
He laughed dryly and shook his head, deliberately putting on a look of helplessness.
But the flickering eyes and trembling fingers had long betrayed his guilty conscience.
"Isn't that right?"
He cautiously lifted his eyes, looking at Landon Lockwood on the screen.
Cora Lowell lightly curled her lips, mercilessly sarcastic.
"I heard that patients with Alzheimer's often don't mean what they say; maybe you should take some time to get checked at the hospital?"
