Lucian chuckled. "Lost my manners? Just because I asked you to hand over what my grandmother left for me in her will, and even the one meant for the lady I married?"
Grandpa Lucian trembled with rage. "And you think I would let my wife's sweat be handed to that impostor."
"Mr. Sterling Ambrose, I think you should mind how you talk to my wife." Lucian smirked, his lips curling into a cruel smile.
"Lucian Sterling!" he roared, teeth clenched.
Lucian raised a brow. "What? You don't want me mentioning the truth? We are all clear on what my grandma would always want."
"You stop spoiling her name… she dare not accept such a shameless impostor like her." Grandpa Sterling bellowed again.
Lucian shook his head lightly. "Really?" He smirked. His fingers tapped the armrest unconsciously.
A habit of his that showed he was irritated and ready to bolt, but not without wrecking havoc.
