Clara frowned and interrupted him, "You don't need to say these things." She added in her mind—after all, I'm leaving soon, and these things will no longer concern me.
Liam closed the iPad, her tone suddenly softening: "Okay, let's make some light dishes tonight. Lila and I have been staying home with you lately, okay?"
Clara looked at the hypocrisy in his eyes and found it laughable. Staying with her? It was just an excuse to stay home with Vanessa . She pointed to her leg—her knee was scraped and swollen from yesterday's fall. "My leg is injured, I'm still recovering, and I can't cook for a while. Let the maid prepare."
Liam 's lips suddenly curled into a cruel smile, his eyes filled with contempt: "You can walk, can't you? What? You still want to keep dancing ballet with those legs of yours?" He paused, his tone undisguisedly insulting: "Which ballet dancer weighs 150 pounds? Clara , you should face reality."