Chapter 57 Get out Now
Lillian came out of her room and noticed Lisa admiring the house with envy, wondering what she was up to today.
"Aunt," Lillian walked over, startling Lisa.
Lisa clutched her chest and glanced behind Lillian, confusedly asking, "Where did you come from? I've been looking at the stairs this whole time."
Lillian sat down and asked unhappily, "How did you find this place? And so early too!"
"Is Alexander back from his business trip yet?"
"Not yet." Lillian's frown deepened as she saw Lisa's ingratiating smile, getting a bad feeling.
Lisa drew closer to Lillian with a soft voice and said, "Perfect, with Alexander not here, I'll talk to you first, and then you can tell him later."
"Aunt, can I choose not to listen?" Lillian had a headache, certain it wasn't anything good. Why did Lisa always have so much for her to do? Did she really see me as an ATM?
"How could you not?" Lisa playfully slapped Lillian's hand, "I want you to help Adam. You're able now, you can't refuse."
Lillian got even more irritated when she heard Lisa asking her to help Adam, and her expression clearly showed her displeasure.
"I want you to talk to Alexander, get Adam a job, whether in your company or give him a store to run a business, it's better than him idling away, right?"
After Lisa finished speaking, she smiled submissively, keenly observing Lillian's expression, waiting for her to respond.
Indeed, Lisa had never stopped asking Lillian to do many things.
Lillian sighed silently, "Lisa, the money I gave you before, you could use that to help Adam start something."
"Lillian, that money can't be used, Adam hasn't even married yet. You know, nowadays no girl marries without wanting a couple hundred thousand dollars, plus a house, a car... six hundred thousand dollars just isn't enough."
"Lisa," Lillian spoke frankly, which might upset her, "But with Adam being so lazy and unwilling to put in effort, no amount of money is enough. If he had a decent job, would he live such a poor life?"
Upon hearing the words, Lisa's mood soured, and she said coldly, "Lillian, after all, Adam is your cousin. How could you speak so poorly of him? If it weren't for him, would you have married Alexander? Just because of that, you owe Adam a big favor."
Lisa's utterly illogical retort nearly made Lillian faint with anger.
"Lillian," at that moment, Lucas, squinting his eyes, emerged, "What are you doing here, Lillian?" He strolled over, sprawled out on the couch, and nestled his head on Lillian's lap.
"Whose kid is this? Alexander's?" Lisa asked, her eyes wide with surprise.
"No," Lillian felt it was unnecessary to explain to Lisa and didn't say much more.
Lisa, unconcerned about Lucas, didn't probe further. She glanced at the clock on the wall; it was pointing straight at 10 o'clock.
"Lillian, please talk to Alexander about helping Adam with his job," Lisa said, making a move to stand up. "I should go now. I have to cook lunch for your uncle at noon."
Setting Lucas aside, Lillian stood up expressionless, "Don't get your hopes up. Alexander isn't a saint willing to waste his own money on others."
Lillian's reply was essentially a rejection, leaving Lisa displeased.
"You refuse every favor asked," Lisa fumed, poking Lillian's forehead, "I knew you'd say no. I thought I'd speak to Alexander in person today because you are absolutely useless!"
"That’s right, I am useless, don't expect anything from me! You take things for granted, but did you ever consider why Alexander should give you anything?" Lillian argued back, also infuriated.
Suddenly, the sound of a door closing halted their argument, and both turned to look.
Alexander strode into the room, his expression thunderous, and asked angrily, "Why are you arguing? I heard you from outside!"
"You, how did you get back?" Lillian asked, pointing at Alexander in disbelief.
'Isn't he supposed to be away for a few more days? Why does he come back today? Is it a surprise attack?'
"Alexander!" Lucas exclaimed joyfully, scrambling off the couch and running towards him with one arm outstretched.
Lillian was about to call Lucas back but held back, watching him leap into Alexander's embrace like a little swallow.
After a warm kiss on Lucas's head, Alexander stood upright, surveyed Lillian, then turned to Lisa with a chilly question, "Who let you in here? How did you get in?"
Lisa saw Alexander and humbly smiled, asking him, "Alexander, you must be tired from just getting back, right? Let me call Lillian to give you a massage later."
"Get out of my house!" Lisa frowned, scolding at Lillian, "From now on, bring fewer unpleasant people into the house!" Having said that, Alexander took Lucas by the hand and went upstairs.
Lisa, referred to as one of the unpleasant people, was too timid to speak out and felt extremely awkward.
"The temper of the wealthy sure is something else, huh, Lillian? Just don't pick that up from him," Lisa said sarcastically, advising her, "I think Alexander is not in a good mood today, so don't tell him about helping Adam just yet. Wait until his mood improves in a couple of days."
"Aunt, you shouldn’t come here anymore or go looking for Alexander. You've got to have some self-awareness!" Lillian tried to spare Lisa's dignity as best as she could.
"If you could agree to help with everything, why would I come here to be humiliated?" Lisa said angrily while changing her shoes.
After seeing Lisa off, Lillian nervously entered the house. Standing at the bottom of the staircase, she listened to the noises upstairs, wondering if Alexander had noticed Lucas was hurt.
"Mrs. Sinclair, why are you standing here? You and Lucas haven't had breakfast yet, should I prepare it now?" Alice approached and asked.
"Oh, sure, let's eat now," Lillian replied with a smile.
Then Lillian suddenly remembered something and said, "Right, Alice, from now on, just call me Lillian at home. Mr. Sinclair doesn't like the title 'Mrs. Sinclair.'"
"Lillian! Get over here!" Finally, Alexander's roar came from upstairs. It was like the other shoe dropping, and Lillian no longer kept on tenterhooks.
Alice asked anxiously, "What's going on? Why is Mr. Sinclair so angry?"
Lillian took a deep breath, knowing she couldn't avoid the confrontation, and bravely went upstairs.
In the room, Lucas was curled up on the couch like a little kitten, his injured arm resting on his leg, appearing unaffected. Alexander stood with his hands on his hips, pacing back and forth like an enraged lion.
"Mr. Sinclair," Lillian approached Alexander, timidly calling out his name.
"You pack your bags and get out right now!" Alexander glared at Lillian. "I don't keep useless people around here!"
