From his sharp and acrimonious words, Matilda Jenkins could tell that he truly disliked Mrs. Morrison.
Matilda Jenkins always felt that Nolan Morrison seemed to be hiding something from him.
He had always been someone who paid no attention to things that didn't matter to him, never taking them to heart, because he felt that even dislike was a waste on such people.
But what exactly was going on with Mrs. Morrison?
Could a year really make him hate someone to such a deep extent?
Mrs. Morrison looked at Nolan Morrison in horror, disbelief written all over her face: "You... you..."
Nolan Morrison gently held Matilda Jenkins's palm, his voice cold: "I'll arrange whatever I need to do freely. If I need you to do something, I will tell you in advance. I hope you don't meddle in any of my affairs, and you must not touch Milly. Otherwise, I cannot guarantee what I might do."
"Nolan Morrison, you..."
