"Mom!
Someone of Mr. Marson's status is incredibly busy—why would he ever want to dine with an ordinary family like ours?
You must be joking..."
Beauty never expected Dyson to say such a thing.
Though she knew Lucas had indeed gone too far before, and Dyson had every right to be upset, at this moment, he suddenly felt like a stranger to her.
Lucas's expression remained unreadable, his sharp brows furrowing deeply.
His eyes were veiled in an impenetrable mist, pulling anyone who met his gaze into their unfathomable depths.
"Auntie, how could he ever look down on an ordinary family?
He's just very busy with work.
But if we have time, we'll visit you and... Senior together."
The word "*senior*" made Dyson's face darken instantly.
A self-deprecating smirk tugged at his lips as his fists clenched tightly under the sheets.
Yet, Lucas's demeanor softened slightly.
