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Sitting at the table, Lucian thought of the phone call from Fred. It was said that Victor had been sitting alone in Room 101 of the hotel for a long time, with an exquisite umbrella in his hand. This umbrella was a souvenir specially made by a time-honored brand in R Country during the celebration.

'So Victor must have fooled me?'

Lucian accidentally dropped a peanut on the ground, apparently absent-minded. Bryant looked at him and didn't know what he was thinking. In order to make Lucian focus on the meal, he specially asked Lucian to put some food on Arya's plate.

"Lucian, let your mother have some of this. It's her favorite." Bryant touched the dish with chopsticks gently.

Arya grinned and pretended to be modest. "Don't listen to your father. I can do it myself..."

All of a sudden, Lucian came back to his senses immediately. He immediately picked up some food for Arya.

"Lucian, did your father scare you today? Your father gave you a piece of his mind today, but he didn't mean anything else." Arya thought it was Bryant's scolding that had made Lucian unhappy the whole night.

Shaking his head, Lucian said in a low voice, "I'm not scared. Don't worry."

"Ahem..." Bryant coughed and took a sip of tea. "You have made an appointment with your mother to come back every two weeks. That's not mu

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e this. 'I wish I hadn't come to dinner. This is really awkward right now. It's not going to work out between us. Where are my colleagues now? Let me show them how awkward my relationship with Victor is.'

After this awful dinner, Megan returned home and lay on the sofa, exhausted. She began to reflect on herself with a sigh.

First of all, she shouldn't have gone to the restaurant. Before she went there, she knew it would come to this. It seemed that she couldn't continue to be together with Victor, just like what happened to Lucian and her. If she continued to spend time with Victor, they would suffer more.

There was no point in keeping in touch with ex-husbands or ex-boyfriends. Even for her own sake, Megan had to become more independent.

On the way to the bathroom, Zoe saw her daughter was lying on the sofa, staring at the ceiling with her eyes wide open. She didn't know what Megan was thinking about.

"Have you been drinking?" Zoe asked her daughter casually from a distance, because she felt something was wrong with her daughter. She remembered how Megan used to be silent after a drink.

"Drinking? No, I haven't... Mom, why aren't you in bed? It's getting late." Megan sat up slowly and checked the time on her phone.

Instead of answering, Zoe pulled her up and went to their own bedrooms.