Lana Lowell was stunned for three seconds, then suddenly turned her head.
"Mom?"
Lana was completely shocked.
She thought her mother would continue to remain silent, at most making a few sarcastic remarks.
But she didn't expect her mother to say something like this in public.
She didn't understand why her mother wanted to pit Fiona against them at this moment?
Wouldn't this make the situation more tense?
She was utterly confused.
Cora Lowell leaned leisurely on the single sofa, her posture utterly relaxed.
Her gaze swept slowly between Tristan Lowell and Fiona Lynch, as if watching a farce.
"If you want to take credit, don't be so blatant, keep it down a bit."
She spoke insouciantly, instantly extinguishing the smile on Tristan Lowell's face.
Fiona's heart sank abruptly, and she stole a glance at Tristan Lowell.
She realized she might have misspoken.
Tristan Lowell's eyes were calm.
This girl had never brought him peace of mind since she was young.
