"He's a good man. And he's always been very good to me."
Lianne turned to look at Seth Sinclair and said softly, "He's been taking care of me ever since my dad passed away. He's provided for my every need. Isn't it perfectly normal for me to like him?"
Seth Sinclair nodded. "You like his money."
"Then I only like his money, and no one else's," Lianne said, remaining calm and unbothered.
Seth Sinclair chuckled at her response. With a devil-may-care attitude, he said, "You say that with such conviction. Should I have him come over and bow down to you? Thank you for *only* liking his money, how about that?"
"…"
His words were so sharp, even the cut on Lianne's hand seemed to shut down in defeat. She lowered her head, staring at the blood-stained antiseptic wipe, her mood surprisingly light.
