Chapter 118 You Didn't Help Me

And so, when Aunty Macy had hinted for him to console Uncle Dylan the night before, he'd done nothing and pretended to be oblivious. When it came to relationships, it had to be a mutual agreement, and that, precisely, was what made them so hurtful. Lucas was well aware that it would take more than a few words to properly console Dylan. Moreover, he couldn't control who his mother ultimately chose.

Still, he could never bring himself to tell Uncle Dylan anything absurd to placate him or make empty promises, like to never talk to his mom again if she didn't marry him. Even if they were merely lies, he couldn't even imagine himself saying any of those things. As long as he was alive, he would never allow anyone to hurt his mother—lies or not. Not him, not anyone, not ever.

As for his bias toward Jonathan, he could only occasionally offer the man suggestions and urge him to up his game before the opportunity slipped away. It wasn't like he could do anything concrete to influence his mom's