Although intended for Lennon, Lucy's outburst ended up mortifying Heather.
Her colleagues, aware of Heather's earlier actions, started casting her curious glances and murmuring.
Lennon chuckled, lifting his gaze to meet Lucy's with indifference. "Why should I give up something that belongs to me? My health is my own d@mn business; who are you to tell me what to do?"
A hint of mockery played on his chiseled face. "Who do you think you are?"
Lucy's fists clenched tightly. Her gaze locked with his, anger sparking in her eyes. "Who do I think I am? You tell me!"
"If it weren't for your grandfather's constant reminders to look after you and the exploitative contract I signed with your family, do you think I'd bother with you? No one would bat an eye if you died!"
"Excuse me, aren't you being a bit of a buzzkill?" Heather, unable to tolerate it any longer, stood up.
"Lenn is perfectly healthy; I've never heard of him being hospitalized! He knows his limits; he doesn't need your unwanted intervention. What a party pooper you are! We have a room full of medical professionals here. We don't need you to play the savior!"
Desperate to save face, Heather deliberately portrayed her relationship with Lennon as more intimate than it actually was.
Lucy raised an eyebrow at Heather's words. Turning her head, she gave Heather a glacial stare. "And you are?"
"I-I'm... Lenn's friend, of course!"
Lucy's smile was faint, almost mocking. "Lenn, you say? You two do seem quite close."
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