Are You Protecting This Brat?

This person was actually Connor. Lucille raised an eyebrow. It was beyond her expectations. Madam Stewart frowned and sneered discontentedly, "Connor, are you going to protect this little brat?" Connor displayed a lazy smile. He let go of Madam Stewart's hand, but he had no intention of avoiding her. "It's bad for your health to be angry. Besides, isn't it inappropriate for you to attack her right away?" Madam Stewart scoffed. "Inappropriate? Can't I teach a wild girl a lesson?" "Don't say that. You're Madam Stewart, so you can teach anyone a lesson." Connor was polite, but his careless attitude seemed cynical. Madam Stewart's anger had yet to subside. She glared at Lucille and scolded, "I invited Master Walton here to personally take care of my son! This little brat is so daring to perform surgery on my son on her own!" "If something happens to my precious Frank, can she afford to take responsibility with her meager life?" "Just a slap isn't enough. Even if I want to kill her, she has