Rage shot straight to my head, but I took a deep breath and forced myself to stay calm.
After confirming nothing else was missing, I turned around and went back upstairs.
In the living room, Ryan and Mrs. Lambert sat at the dining table eating breakfast.
My gaze swept over them coldly.
"Ryan, my car was broken into."
His hand holding the spoon paused. He didn't even look up, just gave a vague "Oh."
Mrs. Lambert snorted a laugh and set down her chopsticks.
"Oh, your car was broken into? Did you forget to lock it? Thieves these days really are something—specifically targeting careless people like you."
I kept staring at Ryan. "The Moutai I left on the passenger seat is gone."
He finally raised his head, guilt and impatience flickering across his face.
"If it's gone, it's gone. It wasn't yours anyway. Whoever ends up with it, it's theirs…"
"Whoever ends up with it, it's theirs?"
I was so angry I almost laughed.
"So breaking into my car and stealing my things—in your eyes, that's perfectly fine? That's just skill?"
"Don't make it sound so ugly!"
Mrs. Lambert slammed the table and shot to her feet.