Quennel turned to Hannah, waiting for her answer.


    Hannah, who hadn''t spared Lionel a single nce, looked at Quennel and said, "I''d appreciate it if you could give me a ride hometer, Quennel.”


    "It''s no trouble at all. It would be my honor."


    Hannah couldn''t help but chuckle at his words.


    She never thought she''d hear Quennel say something so cheesy. It was actually quite funny, and she wasn''t used to it.


    Lionel''s face darkened, his hands clenching into tight fists.


    He couldn''t believe she would reject him so bluntly right in front of Quennel.


    Taking a deep breath, he turned to their grandmother. "Grandma, I''ll take Hannah home. Let Quennel get back to the office. Hispany is in the opposite direction of Hannah''s house. It would be a shame to hold up his work."


    Grandma Rosenberg, who had been silently listening to the brothers bicker, was startled when Lionel suddenly addressed her.


    Before she could respond, Quennel spoke. "Are you implying that Hannah would be holding up my work? Why would you think that? I don''t feel that way, so what gives you the right to decide for me?"


    Hannah''s eyes shed with disgust. Lionel''s words were a clear attempt to put both her and Quennel on the spot.


    If his work was dyed, he could me herter.


    He was always so considerate of others, wasn''t he?


    "If I''d be dying Quennel, I can just go home by myself. It''s not like I didn''t drive here. I don''t need a ride from anyone. Since Quennel offered, I was happy to take him up on it. I just ate and don''t really feel like driving, Hannan said, ring at Lionel.


    “But if it''s really going to be a problem for his work, then I''ll just drive myself. Either way, you won''t be the one taking me home. Understand?"


    It was the first time she had spoken to him directly since dinner, and her words were dripping with contempt.


    Lionel knew instantly that he had made her angry.


    Grandma Rosenberg quickly chimed in. "Hannah''s right. Don''t force her to do something she doesn''t want to. You have no right to make decisions for her, you hear?"  fo


    She took Hannah''s hand. "Alright, alright, the tea is ready. Let''s all go inside and have a warm drink. No more fighting."


    In the end, Hannah decided to drive herself home to avoid causing any trouble for Quennel.


    After her car disappeared from view, Quennel stood with his hands in his pockets and let out a coldugh.


    "See? Hannah has always been


    strong. She doesn''t need to rely on anyone. From the moment she met you, she was working for you,


    l.ne


    striving for you, thinking of you. But you never once thought of her And now that she''s grown and be sessful, what makes you think she''d ever need to depend on you?"


    With a final nce at the stunned Lionel, he got in his car and drove away.


    Even though he hadn''t gotten much time with Hannah, he had at least managed to


    spark another fight between them, which was a victory in itself.