Pressed Into a Bowl of Soup

Connor walked over with a frown on his face. While on his way here, he had already heard about what happened. As soon as he arrived, he saw Bryce pressing a white napkin against his bleeding head. He then looked at the composed Lucas, who was sitting on a chair and drinking tea leisurely.

Staring at the two people in front of him, especially the unharmed Lucas, Connor narrowed his eyes and said hostilely, "It's my son's baby shower today, and I believe that all the guests are here to wish my son well and join us in this celebration. The Hales have already reminded you all beforehand that no matter what feuds you have with each other, you are to set them aside and not cause trouble on our turf! Even if you must settle it, you have to wait until you've left our place!"

Glowering at Lucas scornfully, Connor questioned, "Don't you understand?"