“Why are you looking at me?" Blayze asked, staring at Lance through the rearview mirror.

Lance snapped out of his musings and asked, “Blayze, what are you going to do about Sierra? As for your stepmother..."

"I can do whatever I want. Do I need to care about her?" There was icy indifference in Blayze's gaze when he stated. It seemed Rita and Sierra meant nothing to him.

Lance smiled. He knew a little about Blayze's state of mind.

Even though Blayze seemed to respect Rita, but in fact, he didn't take her seriously.