Chapter 502

On the way, Lucian seemed to sense his father's foul mood and didn’t dare to speak. It wasn’t until they got into the car that he cautiously ventured, "Dad." Lambert responded with a curt, "Hmm." Lucian lowered his voice. "Was that Auntie your friend?" "No," Lambert replied flatly before starting the engine. As the car began to move, little Lucian fell silent, blinking his wide eyes as he glanced between the passing scenery outside the window and his father’s stern profile ahead. Finally, unable to hold back, he murmured in a tiny voice, "I didn’t like her either." Though barely audible, Lambert caught every word. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Why not?" Lucian shook his head, his expression adorably earnest. "Because you didn’t like her, so I didn’t either." Truth be told, when Irene had spoken earlier, Lucian hadn’t fully understood her words—but he had sensed something unsettling, an instinctive discomfort that made him recoil from her. Before, he might have been drawn t