Survive this blow

"What's in the bag?" Layla asked, her curiosity piqued as her eyes lingered on the worn leather satchel Roger had placed beside him.

Lucius didn't hesitate to explain. "The gifts I used to give her when she was younger," he said.

Layla arched an eyebrow. "How can you be so sure without even checking? What if there's something else in there?" she challenged, her skepticism mirrored in Roger's approving nod.

Lucius leaned back on the couch. "I know her," he began, "She's done this before—years ago. She returned every gift I'd ever given her after I shouted at her once. It's her way of drawing a line."

"She is clearly a spoiled brat!" Roger remarked.

"I'll put the bag in the storeroom," he said firmly, dismissing the matter. "There's no need to dwell on it."

With that, he stood, gripping the bag tightly before leaving the room.