"Done talking shit?" Chloe Grant retorted coldly.
She admitted that she wasn't as composed as she appeared on the surface.
Lily Grant was a person who excelled at finding her opponent's weakness and then striking!
Just like Lucas Morgan's weakness when it came to Matthew Morgan.
And also...
Chloe Grant's weakness.
Her hand clenched into a fist under the covers, loosened and tightened again, repeatedly, over and over.
"Chloe, don't hold it in. If you're angry or upset, just let it out. I don't mind being your punching bag." Lily Grant put on a hypocritically concerned face again, "Really. You're already blind, and now you're bottling up your anger. If something went wrong because of it, it wouldn't be good at all. If I ended up with Mr. Morgan, it would be pointless, wouldn't it?"
"Pointless?" Chloe Grant laughed in anger, "You're with Lucas Morgan for my sake, really?"
"What else?" Lily Grant replied.
