Chapter 193 Reckless

Chandler slid one hand into his pocket, looking like he was in a dilemma. “What should I do?” he said.

Lydia and Dalton looked at him in confusion.

Chandler suddenly bit down on a cigarette, placing it at the corner of his mouth.

With a flick, the lighter sparked a pale blue flame in the darkness. It highlighted the slight indifference on his face.

“By what you’re saying, it seems Meryl’s character is indeed quite awful,” Chandler said, exhaling smoke.

As the cigarette burned a bright red at the tip, Chandler narrowed his eyes. Smoke swirled around him, making his face appear mysterious and unreadable.

Lydia felt a surge of joy when she heard Chandler’s words.

“Exactly! Uncle Chandler, a woman who doesn’t acknowledge her parents is heartless and ungrateful. Someone like that will only bring you trouble in the future,” Lydia said.

Dalton glanced sideways.

Tonight, Dalton didn’t agree with many of Meryl’s actions, but he wondered if Lydia was kicking her when she was down.

Plus, Dalton had observed Meryl the entire time. At certain…

The car’s soundproofing was excellent. Meryl could only see the expressions of the three below but couldn’t hear what they were saying.

Chandler’s gaze swept coldly across Lydia’s face. His blue eyes seemed to hold the chill of ancient glaciers, radiating a biting coldness.

“Heartless and ungrateful? Maybe you’re right. But what can I do? I love her for that,” Chandler said.

As Chandler’s words fell, both Dalton and Lydia were stunned.

“What’s going on? Has Chandler lost it? What does he mean by that?” they thought.

Chandler let out a cold laugh and pulled the cigarette from his lips. He threw it to the ground, crushing it underfoot.

“Uncle Chandler?” Lydia said, looking at Chandler in surprise.

Lydia looked at Chandler in shock, then glanced at Dalton beside her.

Dalton had a look of confusion in his eyes.

Suddenly, Chandler raised his fist and slammed it into Dalton’s face.

Dalton had no idea Chandler would suddenly attack. He took the punch squarely. His face whipped to the side as his lip instantly swelled.

“Uncle Chandler! Why did you suddenly hit him?” Lydia exclaimed. Her voice was filled with shock.

“She’s heartless and ungrateful, and I’m reckless. Don’t you think we’re a perfect match?” Chandler said, laughing lightly.

After speaking, Chandler turned around and smiled at Meryl inside the car. His gaze was warm.

Meryl couldn’t hear what they were saying. When she saw Chandler smile at her, she returned his smile.

Dalton and Lydia’s faces both darkened.

Seeing Chandler smile gently at Meryl, their gazes meeting through the rainy night, Dalton suddenly felt a surge of irritation.

He even forgot the pain in his face.

Chandler flexed his fingers. “Dalton, I’m warning you. Keep your woman in check. Twisting facts and distorting the truth won’t work on me,” Chandler said firmly.

The implication was clear: He didn’t believe a word Lydia had just said.

Not a single word.

Lydia’s face turned pale. She knew deep down that Chandler had meant to punch her but had hit Dalton instead because he didn’t want to hit a woman.

She had dragged Dalton into this.

Chandler’s gaze was full of pressure as he stared straight at her.

Lydia had just fallen into a puddle and was chilled to the bone. It felt as if she had plunged into an icy river under Chandler’s cold, piercing stare.

“U–Uncle, why are you looking at me like that?” Lydia stammered.