"I remember I should have Dr. Jacobs’ contact information. If you won't do it, I can do it all the same,” Old Master Lancer said slowly.

Hearing this, Xander's face was full of helplessness.

The old man's words were clearly a threat.

Rather than letting Rosalie and Stacy meet without his knowledge, it was better for him to be present, lest Stacy did anything outrageous.

Thinking of this, Xander eventually agreed. "Alright then. I’ll try to contact Miss Jacobs, but I don't know if she’ll agree to it."

Uncle Hector's face was full of smiles. "Then I'll need to trouble you. Once the young lady replies, please let me know."

Xander agreed coldly.

Uncle Hector chatted with the old man for a while, exchanged a few words of concern about the recent situation of the Lancer family, then got up and said goodbye.

After coming out of the Lancer family’s house, the smile on Hector's face gradually faded away, replaced by melancholy.

That night, Stacy was so drunk that she was sent back home