Chapter 326 Why Do You Still Care

At his words, Fannie turned livid with rage. She scoffed, "All there is in Nicholas' mind is the interest of the Zhan Group. Why do you still care about the father-son relationship? If you really care about Amelia, save yourself these unnecessary troubles and just focus on her!"

A chance like this did not come by so easily, and Fannie was not willing to let go of it without gaining some leverage. She had been encouraging Lucian to turn against Nicholas, and if she played her cards right this time, she just might convince him once and for all.

However, Lucian was not one to be fooled so easily. He had come here with the purpose— to figure out how Fannie worked with Edmund.

Unexpectedly, Fannie spoke out her intention first.

"Mom, dad and I have no blood relations, but he had brought me up, and he has my gratitude. It would be wrong to say that this great kindness I received was superficial," Lucian countered.

"He was just using you!" Fannie insisted.

"When my mother passed away, he could have told me to take over the family business, but he didn't. He sent me abroad to study and to give me more opportunities. If he really were only after what use I could be, he wouldn't have gone through all that trouble, don't you think?"

Lucian's anger surged at Fannie's accusation.

"So you're saying that you won't recognize your biological father, the man who shares every bit of his blood with you, but you want to accept that old fox whose only concern is money?" Fannie spat, her eyes gleaming with rage.

Lucian chose to ignore her question. "I hope you stay out of this matter. Otherwise, I can't promise that I would consider how you feel," he warned.

"Look

it was good for my brain. She even told me that if I ate it, I could get 100 points the next time I take a test."

Amelia's smile turned wistful as Iris' face appeared in her mind. She imagined the story as she told it, and her chest tightened as she thought of how warm and beautiful the scene was at that time.

Lucian looked at her in silence, suddenly regretting his choice of words. He wanted to make her happy, but he had childishly intruded because he felt uncomfortable.

"Then, you're gonna need to eat more. You need it. Maybe you won't be so simple-minded if you eat enough of it," he said. Lucian picked up the chopsticks and started putting the ingredients one after another into the hotpot until it was brimming with food.

Amelia knew that Lucian was teasing her again, but at the sight of his smile, she had forgotten all her retorts. She watched in mild surprise as Lucian reached for his chopsticks and ate. Amelia knew that he did not particularly enjoy the dish, and yet he was eating it with her. His gesture warmed her, and she ate heartily, thinking that it was the best hotpot she had ever had.

By the time they were finished, Amelia was almost too full to even walk.

"Lucian, are you fattening me up?" she complained, her tone light and teasing.

"Let's go. I'll drive you home." Lucian's voice returned none of her humor.

Amelia was confused. Wringing her fingers, she said, "You said you had something to talk about… Besides, I have to take care of dad in the hospital tonight."

"I'll take care of him. Just go home and stay with Mark."

His eyes were distant and he spoke with finality. At this, Amelia could no longer insist and relented in silence.