Fiona said, “Bring Yvette home for dinner tomorrow.”

Lance’s mind was a mess.

“I’m busy.”

His tone was harsh, and Fiona could hear it.

She sneered.

“What, did that woman make up some nonsense, which made you think that I’m the devil who broke you up?”

Lance pursed his lips. “Mom…”

“Don’t call me mom! If you don’t come back tomorrow with Yvette, just change your last name to Locke!”

That was Whitney’s last name.

Fiona then hung up the phone ruthlessly.

She became suspicious because of M