Chapter 562

Barbara's words hung in the air, turning the room ice-cold.

Aveline, merely an outsider in this situation, found the scene before her utterly absurd. This family constantly invoked the memory of a dead man to dictate Lucas' actions. Whenever he did something that displeased them, they would use this deceased person to lecture him.

How laughable...

Perhaps they knew deep down that they had no other way to persuade Lucas, so they resorted to such tactics.

Aveline watched coldly from the sidelines.

Lucas remained composed, his deep, magnetic voice carrying a chill as he spoke, " Grandma, why don't you understand yet? It's not just that he's dead; even if he were alive and standing right in front of me, he wouldn't have the right to interfere in my affairs."

"You..."

Barbara began coughing violently at his words, her already wrinkled, aged face appearing even more frail.

Frederick's expression grew darker. "Lucas, how can you speak to your grandmother like that? Can't you see how weak she is?"

replied, "If you're worried that my words will upset her, then you shouldn't have called me here in the

"You!"

again

gently, “Alright, now is not the time for arguing. Mom, you

need to focus on now is recovering your health. Once you're better, you'll be able to hold your great-grandchild in the future.” Barbara could only look at Lucas, her eyes moist, wanting to say something but unable to stop

gently patted her chest,

tone it down a

who do you think you are, to tell me

pale, shocked by how

had never spoken like

the butler and the servants. "This is a Tudor

hearing Lucas' words, instinctively glanced at

"Why are you looking at them? Am I not part of this family, unable

immediately broke out on the butler's

side and said, "Miss Winter, please excuse yourself. Madam Barbara has something she wishes to

passed by Aveline, she suddenly whispered, "Do you think I don't know what

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