Lucas Lee was instantly speechless.
May Sutton caught on and, fearing Lucas Lee was falling for the trap, said, "We'd have to sell it back at a lower price, right? What a bad deal! Your father and I will prepare two crates of other things for you instead."
A mocking smile touched the corners of Cecilia Adler's lips. "Two crates of what? Quilts and pillows? Pots and pans? If you don't want to give me anything, then don't. Why bother making up excuses?"
Flushed with shame and anger, Lucas Lee blurted out a bold promise in his haste, "Who's making excuses? I've already planned to get you a large wardrobe."
"Really? Well, thank you, Dad," Cecilia Adler said gratefully.
She was worried that if she delayed even a second, Lucas Lee would go back on his word.
Lucas Lee: "..."
May Sutton felt a tightness in her chest and muttered, "A wardrobe isn't much cheaper than a bicycle."
"Then what do you think we should do?" Lucas Lee growled, suppressing his fury.
