Karl was on the verge of tears, while Morrison remained calm and collected, heading upstairs to change clothes.
If he was going to visit his parents, he’d better dress a bit more formally — show so respect, whether they knew about his relationship with Lilian or not. At the very least, he owed them that.
Just then, Linda called out to him sharply,
"What do you think you’re doing? I’ve got a bone to pick with you too. How can you just stand by and watch them break up? Didn’t you try to patch things up at all?"
Losing a good daughter-in-law like Lilian had Linda boiling mad. Her two sons were targets for her frustration—no exceptions.
After Linda finished scolding, Karl let out a bitter chuckle.
"Your idea of patching things up?" he sneered.
If only Linda knew it was Morrison who strong-ard them into the breakup, she’d probably kick him out of the family for good.
Morrison cast a cold glance at Karl. Karl glared back but said nothing.
Then Morrison turned to Linda, calm and composed.
"If they don’t get along, why force it? A forced lon never tastes sweet."
Karl couldn’t resist snapping back,
"Yeah, like you weren’t forcing anything!"
He slept with Lilian, who was obviously reluctant, and yet had the nerve to talk about forced lons.
Linda was completely baffled by their bickering, about to lose her mind.
"What on earth are you two talking about?"
"Nothing," Morrison answered lightly, then started upstairs.
Halfway up the stairs, he paused and looked back.
"One more thing — your eldest son is thirty-three this year. If you co across a good girl like Lilian, don’t forget to find soone for him too."
Then he disappeared upstairs, leaving Linda even more confused.
She found it odd how he always called Lilian by her full na, and how he emphasized "a girl like Lilian," but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what felt off. Sothing was definitely strange about her eldest son.
Not long after, Morrison ca down in a sharp, formal black suit, tie neatly tied, exuding an air of elegance and handso charm.
Linda was almost stunned by how striking her eldest son looked.
Karl eyed him suspiciously and smirked,
"Brother, what’s with the fancy outfit on a weekend?"
Morrison ignored him and headed out the door.
Linda snapped out of her daze and called after him,
"Where are you going just after getting ho? Back in ti for lunch?"
He replied briefly,
"Got sothing to take care of. I’ll be back later."
Then he left.
anwhile, Lilian had been hiding in her room since the phone call, using "wanting to be alone" as an excuse.
Hearing Morrison’s tone, she knew he was coming no matter what, and she had no idea how to face him in front of her parents.
Tiffany and Daniel just thought she was feeling down because of the breakup, so they didn’t push her any further.
After a short while, a knock ca at the door. Daniel went to open it.
Outside stood Morrison, dressed sharp and mature in a tailored suit. Daniel blinked in surprise.
"Morrison? What brings you here—?"
He wasn’t sure why Morrison had co all the way here but still invited him in warmly.
"Co on in, have a seat."
Morrison followed Daniel inside, greeted Tiffany politely, and after sitting down, got straight to the point.
"Here’s the thing — I’m heading to a.t in a few days to visit Dave and the others. Dave told Lilian is going too, so I thought I could give her a ride. But she just called saying you two aren’t too keen on her going with ?"
Tiffany smiled gently.
"It’s not that we’re against it, it’s just that she just broke up with Karl. We thought it might not be appropriate."
Morrison sat up straighter, serious.
"There’s nothing inappropriate about it. Lilian is Dave’s sister — basically my sister too. I worry about her safety on the road. Maybe riding with is safer, plus it’s on the way and won’t trouble the driver to make an extra trip."
Inside, Lilian had been frozen silent, pressed against the door, listening carefully, afraid he’d say sothing she shouldn’t hear.
But now that she heard him speak so formally and politely, she relaxed a little.
A flicker of warmth stirred inside her — he was considerate enough not to spill everything openly but chose this way to convince her parents. And thinking back to how he worried about her safety and didn’t want her to ride with just anyone, she felt a strange mix of irritation and comfort — maybe he truly cared about her.
Outside, Morrison reassured them,
"Rest assured, I will bring her safely to a.t."
Lilian’s door wasn’t fully closed. She cracked it open a bit and peeked out, just in ti to see him in that sharp suit — she almost burst out laughing.
Why was he dressed so formally? He had just co back earlier in casual clothes!
Outside, Tiffany and Daniel saw Morrison’s sincere attitude and, hearing what he said, couldn’t really refuse anymore.
"Since you’re willing to give Lilian a ride, then let her go with you," Tiffany agreed.
The reason Daniel and Tiffany felt comfortable letting Lilian go with Morrison was that none of them had ever thought Morrison would actually be interested in Lilian — they just didn’t think she was his type.
Seeing their agreent, Morrison didn’t linger. Knowing when to stop was an art.
He stood up, politely bidding farewell to Daniel and Tiffany.
"Alright then, I’ll be going. I still have a client eting later," he explained briefly, making his formal attire seem appropriate without coming off as rude or out of place.
Daniel and Tiffany stood up to see him out, while Lilian didn’t show herself at all. She felt it wasn’t right to co out proactively, so she stayed hidden in her room the entire ti.
As soon as Morrison got downstairs, he called Lilian. She answered quietly in her room, keeping her voice low.
His voice was deep and calm on the other end, asking,
"What were you laughing at behind the door just now?"
Lilian hadn’t expected him to notice, but didn’t hide it either.
"I was laughing at how seriously you’re dressed."
He explained,
"Of course, it’s because I’m coming to visit your parents. It’s my way of showing respect to them."
Lilian suddenly found herself speechless.
Her parents had no idea about their relationship, so dressing like that wouldn’t make them suspicious. But maybe they’d think he was polite — soone who paid attention to his appearance when eting elders.
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