Lucas's fingers gently rubbed in her palm, as if he wanted her to calm down, causing a ticklish and tingly sensation in the center of her hand, stifling the words she wanted to blurt out back into her stomach.
After all, the Marson family had been kind to her.
Whether it was Lucas or grandfather, they were all benefactors to her.
Even if she was humiliated, she could not show it too obviously.
"Whether she is worthy of being my woman is for me to decide.
No other person has any right to interfere in this matter."
Lucas's thin lips slightly parted and he responded coldly, his eyes were a deep pool of chilliness, save for his fingertips that exuded a shred of warmth.
Beauty blinked absentmindedly, her lips tightly drawn, her eyes involuntarily looking at Lucas, staying silent.
"As your father, don't I have the right to interfere in your marital affairs?
Do you want to make me the laughingstock of the entire circle because of a girl like her with unknown origins?"
