Chapter 176 Stone Villa
Lydia clutched Dalton’s sleeve tightly. He stared at Meryl’s back, with tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Dalton, look at Meryl. She wants to leave me with nothing. The property that my grandfather left me—she wants to take it away.”
Dalton patted Lydia’s hand reassuringly but didn’t say a word.
With tear-filled eyes, Lydia looked at Dalton and asked, “If I get into a fight with Meryl over the house, whose side will you be on?”
Dalton frowned and said, “Lydia, what kind of question is that? Of course, I’ll be on your side.”
Hearing this, Lydia felt a bit more at ease.
Ethan suddenly remarked pointedly, “Lydia, aren’t you an outsider? I bet it was originally meant for Meryl, and you took it from her.”
Lydia’s face showed a flicker of guilt before she quickly replied, “I’m not an outsider! Ethan, stop talking nonsense. My last name is Stone, so I’m part of the Stone family! The house was given to me by my dad.”
Over the years, Lydia hated hearing people call her an outsider. Because of her unknown origins and not knowing who her birth parents were, she went to great lengths to win the favor of the noble, which made her more favored by the Stone family compared to Meryl.
“Tsk, tsk! Wasn’t the estate your grandfather’s? What does it have to do with your dad?”
Ethan shook his head, not bothering to argue further with her. The louder she spoke, the more guilty she felt. Ethan was well aware of this.
Meanwhile, Anne had finished having fun and was getting ready to leave. Meryl originally thought that Anne’s comment about keeping Yancey was just a spur-of-the-moment thing to annoy Dante. But after the event, Anne actually took Yancey home right in front of Dante.
Meryl drove the car with Anne in the passenger seat and Yancey in the backseat. She glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Dante’s Lamborghini closely following them.
Two luxury cars drove one behind the other on the road. The passing cars kept their distance. In the darkness, the headlights of the Lamborghini resembled Dante’s sorrowful gaze. Meryl could almost imagine Dante pounding his chest in frustration inside the car.
Meryl glanced over at Anne in the passenger seat.
Anne suddenly covered her mouth and dry-heaved a couple of times. “I think I ate too much. I might be a little carsick,” Anne said with an embarrassed smile. She cracked the window to ease the nausea that was churning in her stomach.
She looked toward the backseat, where Yancey sat nervously with his hands clasped on his lap, not daring to let his eyes wander. He was clearly a well-behaved boy.
Anne asked him curiously, “How did you become a model? Don’t you know the women there can be quite dangerous?”
Yancey didn’t seem like the type of guy looking to get by without working hard. The key was his clean-cut demeanor. When he fed her earlier, Anne noticed that Yancey was very particular about cleanliness. After every sip she took, he would carefully wipe the corners of her mouth with a napkin. He did so diligently and without any hint of impatience, making sure not to smudge her lipstick.
Hearing her question, Yancey froze for a moment. He then lowered his head, a look of embarrassment crossing his face as if she had hit a sore spot.
His thin lips pressed tightly together, and his hands on his knees curled up involuntarily. His eyes were red and swollen as he looked up, evoking sympathy from those who saw him.
Seeing him like this, Anne suddenly felt as if she had done something wrong. Vancey’s face was so pure. His eyes filled with tears gave him a slightly innocent and vulnerable look.