CHAPTER 91: CHAPTER 91- SERIOUSLY

Karl was on the verge of tears, while Morrison remained calm and collected, heading upstairs to change clothes.

If he was going to visit his parents, he’d better dress a bit more formally — show some respect, whether they knew about his relationship with Lilian or not. At the very least, he owed them that.

Just then, Linda called out to him sharply,

"What do you think you’re doing? I’ve got a bone to pick with you too. How can you just stand by and watch them break up? Didn’t you try to patch things up at all?"

Losing a good daughter-in-law like Lilian had Linda boiling mad. Her two sons were targets for her frustration—no exceptions.

After Linda finished scolding, Karl let out a bitter chuckle.

"Your idea of patching things up?" he sneered.

If only Linda knew it was Morrison who strong-armed them into the breakup, she’d probably kick him out of the family for good.

Morrison cast a cold glance at Karl. Karl glared back but said nothing.

Then Morrison turned to Linda, calm and composed.

"If they don’t get along, why force it? A forced melon never tastes sweet."

Karl couldn’t resist snapping back,

"Yeah, like you weren’t forcing anything!"

He slept with Lilian, who was obviously reluctant, and yet had the nerve to talk about forced melons.

Linda was completely baffled by their bickering, about to lose her mind.

"What on earth are you two talking about?"

"Nothing," Morrison answered lightly, then started upstairs.

Halfway up the stairs, he paused and looked back.

"One more thing — your eldest son is thirty-three this year. If you come across a good girl like Lilian, don’t forget to find someone for him too."

Then he disappeared upstairs, leaving Linda even more confused.

She found it odd how he always called Lilian by her full name, and how he emphasized "a girl like Lilian," but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what felt off. Something was definitely strange about her eldest son.

Not long after, Morrison came down in a sharp, formal black suit, tie neatly tied, exuding an air of elegance and handsome charm.

Linda was almost stunned by how striking her eldest son looked.

Karl eyed him suspiciously and smirked,

"Brother, what’s with the fancy outfit on a weekend?"

Morrison ignored him and headed out the door.

Linda snapped out of her daze and called after him,

"Where are you going just after getting home? Back in time for lunch?"

He replied briefly,

"Got something to take care of. I’ll be back later."

Then he left.

Meanwhile, Lilian had been hiding in her room since the phone call, using "wanting to be alone" as an excuse.

Hearing Morrison’s tone, she knew he was coming no matter what, and she had no idea how to face him in front of her parents.

Tiffany and Daniel just thought she was feeling down because of the breakup, so they didn’t push her any further.

After a short while, a knock came at the door. Daniel went to open it.

Outside stood Morrison, dressed sharp and mature in a tailored suit. Daniel blinked in surprise.

"Morrison? What brings you here—?"

He wasn’t sure why Morrison had come all the way here but still invited him in warmly.

"Come on in, have a seat."

Morrison followed Daniel inside, greeted Tiffany politely, and after sitting down, got straight to the point.

"Here’s the thing — I’m heading to a.t in a few days to visit Dave and the others. Dave told me Lilian is going too, so I thought I could give her a ride. But she just called me saying you two aren’t too keen on her going with me?"

Tiffany smiled gently.

"It’s not that we’re against it, it’s just that she just broke up with Karl. We thought it might not be appropriate."

Morrison sat up straighter, serious.

"There’s nothing inappropriate about it. Lilian is Dave’s sister — basically my sister too. I worry about her safety on the road. Maybe riding with me is safer, plus it’s on the way and won’t trouble the driver to make an extra trip."

Inside, Lilian had been frozen silent, pressed against the door, listening carefully, afraid he’d say something she shouldn’t hear.

But now that she heard him speak so formally and politely, she relaxed a little.

A flicker of warmth stirred inside her — he was considerate enough not to spill everything openly but chose this way to convince her parents. And thinking back to how he worried about her safety and didn’t want her to ride with just anyone, she felt a strange mix of irritation and comfort — maybe he truly cared about her.

Outside, Morrison reassured them,

"Rest assured, I will bring her safely to a.t."

Lilian’s door wasn’t fully closed. She cracked it open a bit and peeked out, just in time to see him in that sharp suit — she almost burst out laughing.

Why was he dressed so formally? He had just come back earlier in casual clothes!

Outside, Tiffany and Daniel saw Morrison’s sincere attitude and, hearing what he said, couldn’t really refuse anymore.

"Since you’re willing to give Lilian a ride, then let her go with you," Tiffany agreed.

The reason Daniel and Tiffany felt comfortable letting Lilian go with Morrison was that none of them had ever thought Morrison would actually be interested in Lilian — they just didn’t think she was his type.

Seeing their agreement, Morrison didn’t linger. Knowing when to stop was an art.

He stood up, politely bidding farewell to Daniel and Tiffany.

"Alright then, I’ll be going. I still have a client meeting later," he explained briefly, making his formal attire seem appropriate without coming off as rude or out of place.

Daniel and Tiffany stood up to see him out, while Lilian didn’t show herself at all. She felt it wasn’t right to come out proactively, so she stayed hidden in her room the entire time.

As soon as Morrison got downstairs, he called Lilian. She answered quietly in her room, keeping her voice low.

His voice was deep and calm on the other end, asking,

"What were you laughing at behind the door just now?"

Lilian hadn’t expected him to notice, but didn’t hide it either.

"I was laughing at how seriously you’re dressed."

He explained,

"Of course, it’s because I’m coming to visit your parents. It’s my way of showing respect to them."

Lilian suddenly found herself speechless.

Her parents had no idea about their relationship, so dressing like that wouldn’t make them suspicious. But maybe they’d think he was polite — someone who paid attention to his appearance when meeting elders.