"Is that so?" Vincent Morgan watched her, a scrutinizing look in his dark eyes. "Why do you think they were arguing?"
"I..." Yvonne Morgan's gaze flickered slightly. She lowered her head and said softly, "I saw that Dad's expression was off, and... his tone was really harsh."
Vincent Morgan frowned. "But that's no excuse for you to eavesdrop on their conversation."
"I'm sorry." Yvonne Morgan quickly admitted her fault. "Brother, I won't do it again."
Vincent Morgan's tone was flat. "Go back to your room."
"Okay." Yvonne Morgan nodded. After taking a few steps, she stopped and turned back to look at Vincent Morgan. "Brother, you seem to have changed."
Hearing this, Vincent Morgan let out a soft laugh. "How have I changed? Tell me."
Yvonne Morgan pursed her lips and forced a weak, innocent smile. "Maybe I'm just overthinking it."
She turned around, and her gentle expression instantly turned ugly, her eyes churning with resentment and anger.
'Damn it!'
