Zara Lucas's voice came from the speaker, and even through the phone, her arrogance was evident.
She didn't know where her confidence came from, but even now, she still believed that Lily Gray would like her brother.
Lily Gray couldn't help but scoff, and said to Zara on the other end of the phone, "Miss Lucas, if there's something wrong with your brain, I suggest you go see a psychiatrist. Oh, your mother has already been to one before, and I heard it's difficult to completely cure mental issues. So, both you and your mother should make it a habit to regularly check in. Otherwise, it could be your own faces you lose if it happens in public."
"You, you slut, what did you say?! Lily Gray, let me tell you, don't try to pretend you don't like my brother in front of me. If you want to get back with him, get out here now!"