From the moment he stepped into the Morgan Family's gate, Eldest Young Master Grant stood firmly like a big tree beside Lily Shaw, without uttering a word, yet his mere presence brought a strong intimidation to the Morgan family members.
His exceptionally sharp eyes scanned the room, and spotting the Morgan Old Lady's wrinkled old face unable to maintain her previously dignified posture, he curved his lips slightly.
Morgan Old Lady's attention was mostly focused on Aiden Grant. Noticing his cold smile, her heart trembled slightly, and she did not dare to reprimand Lily Shaw for her verbal offense.
Even the Morgan Old Lady dared not have a direct confrontation with Aiden Grant, but someone else foolishly stepped up to make their presence known.
A deep voice, rich like fine wine, spoke, yet the words were like counterfeit wine, arousing aversion in people.
"Lily, over the years, Grandma has always thought of you. For the sake of her past kindness to you, spare Shanshan this time."
