"You have ten minutes. Get up, now!" Archie Summers said irritably from outside, his face grim.
Although Mika Summers was unhappy that her brother had woken her up, she didn't dare stay in bed. She got up, muttering to herself.
'What's going on so early in the morning?!'
When she opened the door, she saw her brother leaning against the frame, waiting for her. He was dressed in a white casual outfit.
"What's with you, Archie? Dressed like that, are you off to your own wedding?"
"Don't be ridiculous. Hurry up and pack your things. We're going to find a new place to live."
"Huh? We're really going to find a new place?" she asked, stunned.
Archie Summers barked in exasperation, "Don't tell me you'd rather keep living with some other man."
"That's not..." 'I'm not living with another man. When has Tristan Grayson ever come back to live with me?'
'Sigh, I can't tell him that, either.'
She frowned, unsure how to explain the situation to her brother.
