Chapter 407

Lemira kicked off her slippers with a swift motion.

Her voice was icy as she demanded, "Hand over the phone."

Lucian swallowed the bitterness in his throat, then quickly changed the subject, "What would you like to eat? Are you feeling alright?"

Lemira felt as if she had punched a pillow-utterly powerless.

She looked up at Lucian, frustration evident in her eyes, "Why can't any of you understand what I'm saying?"

Everyone claims they want to make it up to her, yet they never offer what she truly desires.

"Lemmy, I know you're mad at Caspian, but you know how he's always been hot-tempered. Don't hold it against him. Remember the times when you were bullied as a kid, and Caspian would go out of his way to get back at them for you?" Lucian was pleading, desperate not to let Lemira harbor any misunderstandings towards Caspian.