Laura Lowell carried two large bags into the kitchen. "If you really have any guts, you'll go beat up that bastard uncle of yours right now."
"Can you not call me out on my weak spots?"
Growing up, his uncle was always the one scolding and hitting him. He would never dare to act out of line.
Laura Lowell came out of the kitchen with a smile. "Then why were you talking so tough?"
"I'm just angry! I mean, how can the Redgrave Family produce a scumbag like him?"
"Get to the kitchen and get the hot pot ready, you scumbag's nephew."
Laura Lowell flopped right onto the sofa. Those two large bags had been no joke, and she was dead tired.
Zachary Redgrave pouted and reluctantly headed for the kitchen, muttering as he went, "From now on, you're not allowed to call me 'the scumbag's nephew.' I have nothing to do with Nathan Redgrave."
