Seeing his sinister smile, Lilian hurried to explain,
"My mom is really sick. You can ask my brother if you don’t believe . And you probably already know, she’s been in a bad mood lately..."
She was referring to the chaos Bert had caused after returning to Burg Eltz.
Morrison didn’t respond. He was too irritated to bother with her, but at the next intersection, he turned straight toward Tiffany’s apartnt. Lilian quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
However, it was rush hour after work, and the traffic was terrible. Apparently, there had been an accident at the intersection ahead, causing the entire road to co to a standstill. They crept forward slowly in the jamd cars.
After nearly half an hour stuck in traffic, no one knew how long it would take to clear the ss.
Lilian grew impatient. She didn’t really mind when they arrived at Tiffany’s, but what about Morrison? Didn’t he have dinner plans with his girlfriend? If they were stuck another half hour, his girlfriend would probably lose it.
Yet the man beside her didn’t look worried at all. Instead, he cranked up the radio volu, letting music fill the car.
Lilian glanced at the endless traffic ahead and spoke up,
"Maybe I should just get out here. You go ahead and make your appointnt. What if you’re too late and she gets mad?"
She ant well. At this rate, by the ti he dropped her off and headed to dinner, it would already be close to nine o’clock. No point having dinner then — might as well have supper.
Morrison turned to look at her and said with a mocking tone,
"You’re so considerate."
Then he added,
"We’re broken up."
Lilian’s mouth dropped open in shock.
That breakup ca way too fast. They had dinner plans that morning, and now they’re broken up by the afternoon?
And he had only been with his new girlfriend for a few days, right? So soon?
He really did change won like changing clothes. But thinking back, their relationship had lasted over half a year — maybe one of his longer ones?
Morrison caught her shocked expression, half amused, half annoyed,
"Is it really that surprising?"
Lilian glanced at him, then hid her surprise and turned her head to look out the window, refusing to say a single word.
If he wanted to break up, that was his business, none of hers.
Morrison didn’t say anything more, and the two of them continued crawling through the endless traffic jam.
He really had broken up — that girl no longer held any value to him. She was completely indifferent to him, and he had no intention of wasting ti with her. anwhile, the girl’s publicity had skyrocketed during their rumored relationship, so she didn’t object when he proposed the breakup.
As for Monna, the woman he’d been working with on a recent project, she had called a few tis to invite him to dinner, thanking him for choosing her company for the collaboration — it had been very profitable for her.
Monna was quite sensible — a mature woman with social skills and savvy. Although she liked him, she never clung or pressured him. She always appeared at the right monts, expressing her admiration appropriately.
Normally, he would appreciate having such a capable partner in his career. But the truth was, he felt absolutely nothing for Monna, so he avoided her. However, since this project was wrapping up, it would be rude to decline her dinner invitation outright, so he let Norton accept it on his behalf.
The traffic finally started to clear, and their car began moving smoothly. By the ti they arrived at Tiffany’s building, it was already past seven. Lilian jumped out of the car and hurriedly said,
"Mr. Morrison, I’m staying at my mom’s tonight. You don’t need to pick up tomorrow. It’s a bit inconvenient."
Then she ran off.
Morrison sat in the car, watching the girl’s brisk figure disappear. He smiled helplessly.
It was already late, so he decided to go to his parents’ house for dinner.
He had no particular plan, just wanted to visit ho. But when he arrived, he ran into Linda and Mr. Mos having a loud argunt — faces flushed and voices raised.
Seeing Morrison co in, Linda imdiately pulled him into their quarrel:
"Baby, you’re back! Co help us settle this. Who’s right?"
Morrison rubbed his temples.
"What’s going on between you two this ti?"
Linda snorted.
"Karl is coming back soon. I told your dad I want to find a match for Karl. But your dad isn’t happy with the girl I picked out. She’s pretty and modest, but your dad says Karl is introverted and needs soone outgoing and capable, to help manage things. So he thinks the girl I chose isn’t suitable."
"But I think the girl suits Karl perfectly. She’s gentle and understanding. They’d be happy together."
Linda held onto her opinion firmly. Mr. Mos snorted coldly.
"Karl’s personality is like mine, so he definitely needs a woman like you, not so delicate little white rabbit."
Mr. Mos continued arguing with Linda, who angrily shouted,
"Shut up!"
Morrison’s stomach was growling.
"I swear, you two must really be bored. What’s the point of arguing over what kind of girl Karl should be with? It’s not about what we think—it’s about who he actually likes."
"Exactly," MOS chid in, seizing the chance to shift the fire onto Morrison.
"Your mom’s been matchmaking all over again. She even said that soone as capable as you should marry a career woman too. That way, it’d be a power couple—unstoppable!"
"But I disagree," MOS continued, smirking. "You’re already pretty intense as it is. What you need is a gentle, elegant girl to balance you out. If you marry a female CEO type, both of you would be too busy to even see each other. What’s the point?"
Then he suddenly changed the subject and threw his mother under the bus,
"Oh, right—your mom’s been talking about Monna again. Says she thinks the two of you might be a good match."
Morrison, "..."
Monna had never been shy about her feelings for him. Everyone in their social circle knew she had a thing for him. So of course his parents knew too. Linda had dismissed Monna before, saying she wasn’t suitable. Now, what—she’d changed her mind?
He turned to his mother, raising a brow.
"Didn’t you say you didn’t like Monna?"
Linda frowned.
"Well, I’m not thrilled about her, but look—at your age, if there’s a woman out there who still likes you and is serious about you, maybe don’t be so picky? My approval isn’t that important. As long as she treats you well, that’s what matters."
"There are tons of won who like that much!"
Morrison replied righteously, annoyed by how she made it sound like he was desperate. Like he was so aging bachelor no one wanted to marry. The truth was, he wasn’t lacking options—he just wasn’t interested.
And wasn’t she the sa one who had been urging him to get back with his ex just a few days ago? Now she wanted to push him toward Monna? The way she flipped positions was dizzying.
But maybe he’d never fully understand the complicated mindset of a mother who desperately wanted her son to settle down—especially after seeing everyone else’s kids married with babies running around.
Before Linda could keep pressing, Morrison switched the subject.
"Anyway, is there any food at ho? I haven’t eaten dinner yet—I’m starving."
Originally, he had planned to go out to eat with a certain little troublemaker. But she ditched him for Tiffany.
When Linda heard he was hungry, she shot a glare at MOS.
"There’s no dinner. We spent the whole day fighting about your brother’s love life, and your father got so annoyed he refused to cook. I ended up making myself so instant noodles."
MOS imdiately protested,
"Hey, that’s totally unfair! You said you didn’t want to eat what I cooked. Now you’re blaming for not feeding you?"
The arguing was giving Morrison a headache. And he was starving.
He got up and walked straight into the kitchen, ignoring them.
Linda trailed behind, still venting.
"I can’t live with that man anymore. He used to do everything I asked. Now that he’s older, all he does is argue!"
Morrison rummaged through the fridge and replied flatly,
"Well, maybe if you stopped playing matchmaker 24/7, he wouldn’t be so annoyed?"
Linda had no coback for that. Morrison shut the fridge door and looked thoughtful for a mont before grinning and adding,
"By the way, I think Dad was spot-on with his analysis of what I need. So you can drop the Monna thing—it’s nevergonna happen."
Then he grabbed so vegetables and walked off.
Linda stood there, blinking.
Wait... Morrison just said his dad was right?
David had said Morrison’s domineering personality needed soone soft and sweet to balance him out...
Was he actually agreeing with that?!
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