The moment the woman's voice sounded, Claude's expression shifted, becoming dangerous and irritable.
His grip on the phone tightened; Lillian could see the veins bulging on the back of his hand.
"Claude, don't you want to say something to me?"
The woman's voice remained soft and calm, as if she wasn't afraid of Claude's anger, nor did she care.
This struck Lillian as odd. Someone unafraid of Claude… what kind of relationship did they have?
Claude finally spoke, his voice low and laced with a gathering storm: "I have nothing to say to you."
"Really? I don't believe you."
Claude couldn't control his anger. He slammed his fist against the armrest. "Believe it or not, it has nothing to do with me! Get lost—"
His sudden outburst startled Lillian. It was the first time she had seen Claud
