The atmosphere in the study was a little strange.
Cassius Morgan held his teacup, secretly sizing up the girl sitting obediently across from him.
Her eyes and brows resembled Thomas Sinclair, while her nose and mouth looked like Noelle Morgan's.
Alvin Morgan sat on the sofa, glanced at the old man, and asked coolly, "What are you doing here?"
Cassius Morgan stopped staring. His face fell, and he said, quite displeased, "You brat, how long has it been since you last came back to the estate?"
"I've been busy." Alvin Morgan took the teacup from Dean Morgan and blew on it lightly.
Hearing this, Cassius Morgan slammed his hand on the table and glared. "Bullshit! You think you're busier than me?"
His voice was loud and resonant, showing no sign that he was already seventy-three years old.
Flynn Morgan, who was standing nearby, quickly refilled his tea to help him cool down.
