Chapter 921 Who Dares To Hurt My Elder Granddaughter (1/2)

”Terence is the father of my children. Do you see the difference?”

Carla clarified, raising her eyebrows. At this, she continued to walk.

It was true that these two handsome men had different personalities. But Terence had always been her man. They had already gone through so many ups and downs. How could such an insignificant episode affect their relationship?

If Carol really thought that their relationship would be affected by it, then she must have underestimated both Terence's charm and Carla's willpower.

Carol giggled. ”Really? That's all? Haven't you ever had a crush on him?”

The moonlight casted an eerie glow around them. Suddenly, Carla stopped walking. Carol didn't know it then, but it wasn't because of her teasing words.

Carla touched her pocket unconsciously and wondered why something wasn't there.

Before she left, she was sure she placed something in her pocket. She hadn't even had a moment to check it yet. How could she have lost it already?

”What's wrong, Mrs. An? Did you lose something?”

Carol helped Carla search through all the pockets of her clothes. They even turned around, their eyes on the ground in case it fell. But they still couldn't find it.

Carla looked back and slapped her own head. She must have forgotten it in Steven's room.

'Well, forget it.

I don't even know what it is. There's no need for me to go back to find it, ' she thought.

”No, nothing. Forget about it. Let's just go.”

”Okay,” Carol said as she tried to catch up with her. ”Mrs. An, what should we do next? Aren't we going to save Mr. Su?”

”No, not anymore. We're going home!”

Carla said angrily. She thought that Steven was having a good time with Lucia and her sister Lori anyway. It didn't look like he appreciated their help at all. What was worse, he disrespected her over and over again.

'Why would I even bother saving him if he's acting like an ass?

Let him rot here!' she thought.

Back in the room, Steven curled up, hugging the quilt he wrapped Carla with.

After hearing the sound of footsteps moving away from his room, he returned to the bed. Her fragrance still lingered on the quilt. Faintly, he smiled at the memories it brought back.

He had thought of leaving with Carla. But then, he would be home with a bruised ego and slighted dignity.

He was a man. He should find ways to get himself out of this situation instead of relying on a woman's help.

No matter how bad the situation was, he had to find a way to go back home by himself.