Chapter 1007

The following night, Stanley rested on a deck chair, holding a handheld fan. The wind from the fan brushed against Lorraine's face. The latter shut her eyes and enjoyed the moment. Upon seeing this, Matthew chuckled. "Just use the fan for yourself, Dad. You don't have to pamper Lori so much." Stanley raised an eyebrow. "What do you know? Girls are delicate, and they can't handle the heat." Lillian chimed in. "Seriously, are you even Lori's dad? How can you not care about her?" Matthew was at a loss for words. He should have kept quiet. Every remark he made would only provoke Stanley and Lillian to come at him. He wanted to suggest going back inside and turning on the air conditioner. The words bounced around in his head, but he never said them. If he did, Stanley and Lillian would complain that the air conditioner's cold air was bad for Lorraine, making her fall sick. Matthew decided to stay quiet, sitting there and watching his parents spoil Lorraine. The peace of it made him