Don't Try to Escape, My Wife! novel Chapter 1733

Lucas also frowned slightly. Although he couldn't hear the car's engine, he saw Yasmeen's mood change. So it was someone coming?

He glanced at Yasmeen, who instantly understood and walked straight into the house.

Lucas stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, seemingly just looking away and thinking of nothing, but his good-looking eyes gave no indication of any emotion.

The car pulled up to the entrance of the villa and the conspicuous number plate made Lucas’ eyes twinkle slightly, but he did nothing. Michele, on the other hand, heard the car ring and came running out. She was a little surprised to see that it was Morty who had arrived.

"Dad? What are you doing here?"

It was a little heartbreaking for Morty to look at his daughter with an apron around her at this point.

"You're up so early to make food for that brat? I don't see you being so filial to me."

"Dad."

Michele's face flushed while she subconsciously glanced at Lucas' room just in time to see Lucas standing by the window and couldn't help but freeze slightly.

Morty had obviously seen it too.

His eyes were clear and he waved his hand, telling Michele to stand down and didn't get close. Then he got up alone and went upstairs to Lucas's room.

As he watched Morty come up, Lucas turned around and went back to his room, then opened the door and welcomed Morty in.

Morty gave Lucas a look and gestured for him to close the door behind him before he walked into the room and sat casually on the side.

He said it casually, but he couldn't restrain his aura of being in a high position all these years.

Looking at the calm and collected look on Lucas' face, he couldn't help but sigh and say, "Sit."

"I've just got up and my back is a bit uncomfortable. I'll stand for a while."

Lucas's words made Morty freeze slightly, but he didn't force him and just whispered, "I heard that you and Yasmeen have established a relationship?"

"This is my personal business, Uncle Morty."

Lucas' cry of Uncle Morty made Morty feel a little bad all of a sudden.

"You're trading me straight for favors now for that girl? I remember you stopped calling me Uncle Morty after you were fourteen."

Morty had mixed feelings in his eyes.

Lucas had grown up under his watch, and rather than being his subordinate, he had raised him as his son.

Over the years, Lucas had spent more time with him than with Samuel and Nicole, and had even grown closer to him after Samuel had a little boy.

He had always thought Lucas knew his intentions, but now he had chosen Yasmeen, which made Morty feel a little hard and resentful.

"What's wrong with Michele?"

"She's good, but I just think of her as a sister."

Lucas was just like this. He didn't say anything until he had established a relationship with a girl. When a relationship was established, then there could be no misunderstanding or ambiguity. It was the least he could do for himself and for his girlfriend.

Seeing how determined he was, Morty couldn't help but ask, "There's no other possibility? Maybe there's still a way to turn it around ..."

"Uncle Morty, what exactly did you come to see me about today?"

Lucas didn't think Morty was an idle man who would come to him for such a trivial matter.

Morty shook his head and looked at Lucas for a moment before he said, "Why didn't you tell me that there was a problem with the gun? Why didn't you report it? What were you suspecting? Or do you not even trust your comrades who have been fighting with you for so many years?"

Lucas frowned slightly.

He knew that Morty would know about the gun sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to be so early. Now that he heard Morty ask, Lucas didn't react too much but said indifferently, "It's not a matter of trust or distrust. Rather, I find it puzzling. My guns are always under strict control and no one but me has access to them, so how could they have been tampered with? The fact that he was able to tamper with my guns under my tight control shows that he is a quite capable man. So I wondered if I could draw him out."

"So do you have anyone you suspect? Or have you got a clue?"

"No."

Lucas was so calm in the face of Morty's question that Morty grabbed the pillow beside him and threw it at him.

"You have no clue but you still have the time to date?"

"I haven't had much of an annual holiday in years. Uncle Morty, I'm not a robot. What's wrong with me taking this time to rest? Besides, why can't I date? I'm not a dead man."

Lucas grabbed the pillow precisely and smiled, looking not at all aloof anymore.

Morty felt clogged in the heart.

Morty felt clogged in the heart. His son-in-law had been snatched halfway, and now he was still talking to him jokingly. He really didn't know whether to call himself generous or confident.

"What are you laughing at? Are you trying to show that you have white teeth?"

"Yes, whiter than yours. Look at you, your teeth are yellow from smoking."

When he heard Lucas tease him, Morty was so angry that he wanted to kick him in the face. But thinking about the implications of this, he finally sighed and asked, "Tell me, why exactly was Yasmeen showing up at the kidnapping scene? And why did you eliminate her traces? Do you know something?"