"Meredith, your fourth brother is injured, yet you're not with him. Why are you going to see Clement Xavier?"
Meredith Ford paused, slowly withdrawing her hand, her gaze scrutinizing: "Brother, what do you mean?"
"You..."
"Do you think I'm going to cause trouble for Tiana Thorne?" Meredith looked at him incredulously.
"You just need to answer me." Maxim Ford felt the answer was vital.
Meredith angrily shoved him, her face flushed as she glared at him: "Get out, I don't want you to stay."
"Meredith!" He raised his voice, his tone grew colder.
"Fine, I'll answer you because I like Clement Xavier. It's not just about being a fan. We've arranged to meet beforehand, and it can't be changed for anything!" Meredith said, still taking deep breaths as if containing her temper.
Maxim's long, narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and the light within was clear, his lips pressed, his voice low: "Is that really it?"
