Thomas Lucas resignedly held up his phone.
In less than half a minute, words popped up on the screen, [Get closer, I can't see clearly.]
Thomas Lucas: ...
You're kidding, that's too much to ask!
He had no choice but to comply.
Obediently taking two steps forward, he feigned small talk, "Hughes, your juice is cold; shall I get you a new glass?"
Old Lucas looked at him as if he were an idiot. Juice is supposed to be cold!
But Lorraine Hughes reached out and snatched his phone with a graceful hand.
"Hey... no, no, that's my new phone..."
"Is it?" Lorraine Hughes smiled faintly and turned off the phone, dropping it into the juice glass.
Thomas Lucas: ...
Well, busted.
Old Lucas was so angry that he raised his cane as if to hit him, "You brat, always up to mischief!"
"Grandpa, please, everyone's watching!"
"Don't let your heart condition act up again."
"I was wrong, I was wrong, okay?!"
Lorraine Hughes: "..."
