"Are you alright?"
Looking at the fresh wound on the back of his hand, Beauty immediately grabbed his wrist, her eyes filled with concern.
"It's just a minor injury, nothing to worry about."
Lucas didn't take the wound seriously, calmly taking out a handkerchief from his pocket to bandage the wound.
The old lady sitting on the other side couldn't bear to see this anymore.
She immediately stood up, her wrinkled face hardened, "Since this girl has become Lucas's woman, no matter how unwilling you all are to accept her, it won't change anything.
I trust in my grandson's judgment."
Grandma spoke up, leaving Williams blushing.
She tightened her grip, staring coldly at Beauty, "Since Mom said so, I won't say anything else.
But to enter the Marson family, one needs to have a clear and pure background.
How can a girl with an unknown origin enter our home?"
Beauty nodded his head, his eyes coldly sweeping over her, "Young lady, I heard you're an orphan.
