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    Lydia quickly brought the first–aid kit and said, “Ms. Kinsey, please go sit on the couch. Let me take care of your injury.”


    N shook her head, looking gratefully at Lydia. “No need. I can do it myself.”


    “Let me help. It’s not easy for you to do it alone,” Lydia advised.


    Seeing Lydia’s insistence, N finally nodded. “Alright, Lydia. I’ll trouble you.”


    N gently wiped the tears from Mason’s face and said softly, “Buddy, don’t cry anymore. Mommy is fine.” Mason sniffled, gripping the hem of N’s shirt tightly, his eyes filled with fear.


    N led Mason to the couch and sat down while Lydia quickly and skillfully tended to her wound.


    As Lydia picked up the first–aid kit to leave, she noticed Damon still standing there with a stern expression. Unable to hold back, she spoke up. “Mr. Sumner, I don’t know what conflict you have with Ms. Kinsey, but it’s not right to let her get hurt. You shouldn’t fight, especially in front of Buddy. He’s still young, and your constant arguing will affect him.”


    Damon red at her. “Lydia, just stick to your job. I didn’t bring you here to lecture me.”


    Feeling awkward, Lydia lowered her head and fell silent.


    The living room descended into silence, and the atmosphere grew tense.


    Just then, Brandon walked in through the door.


    Noticing the unusual atmosphere, he raised an eyebrow and informed, “Uncle Damon, there are a few documents that need your signature.”


    “Go to the study,” Damon replied, turning and walking straight to the study, with Brandon hurrying to keep up.


    After signing the papers, Damon noticed Brandon hadn’t left yet and looked at him coldly. “Is there anything else?


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    Brandon, wearing a curious expression, asked, “Uncle Damon, did you have a fight with Aunt N?”


    “That’s none of your business,” Damon replied curtly.


    Seeing Damon’s gloomy expression, Brandon realized he had hit the nail on the head.


    “Uncle Damon, don’t forget that you used to treat Aunt N poorly, and she even had a child for you. What more do you want? If you keep arguing with her, you’re just being unreasonable,” he said.


    Damon asked, “Do you know why Vrie ignored you, despite you pursuing her for five years?”


    Brandon paused for a moment, then couldn’t help but grit his teeth. “That’s crossing the line, Uncle Damon!”


    “And you meddling in other people’s business isn’t crossing the line?” Damon retorted.


    Under Damon’s icy gaze, Brandon raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. I won’t say anything more. I have work at thepany, so I’ll head back now.”


    *After Brandon left, Damon picked up the documents on the desk.


    He tried to go through them but couldn’t focus on a single word. Frustrated, he <b>tossed </b>the papers down and <b>pulled </b>out a cigarette.


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    <b>+25 </b>Bonus


    His agitation only grew after finishing one cigarette.


    What he had said earlier about keeping N from seeing Mason had been uttered in a moment of anger, but now that the words were out, he couldn’t take them back. Especially after seeing N’s reddened eyes, most of his anger had dissipated.


    It was just that the thought of Mason wanting Oliver to be his father reignited Damon’s rage. How could an outsider ever treat Mason better than he did?


    While he was lost in thought, his phone suddenly rang. He extinguished his cigarette and answered.


    “What is it?” he asked.


    “Mr. Sumner, rk has gone online to publicly use you of being heartless for not visiting Mr. Richard after he was hospitalized. The Inte is buzzing about it,” reported Damon’s subordinate.


    Sara Lili


    Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icyndscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of d’s breathtaking cold.