Lucas elegantly took a deep drag from his cigarette, his gaze steady as he stubbed it out.
His face remained expressionless as he turned to Caleb, pausing for a long moment before speaking coldly: "Do you know the consequences of hurting my sister?"
The man paled, struggling to steady himself as he replied in a low voice, "I didn't hurt Laura.
I truly love her and want to marry her."
Lucas smirked, his sharp eagle-like eyes narrowing.
His thin lips parted slightly.
"What exactly do you see in her?
A pampered young lady like her—you expect her to be a stepmother to your son?
If she weren't the Marson family's heiress, if she weren't my sister, you wouldn't even think of marrying her, would you?"
As if struck by the truth, Caleb's expression darkened.
He hesitated, clenching his fists silently, his face unreadable.
"Whether Laura is from your wealthy family or not, I would still love her.
No matter what you think, my feelings for her are genuine.
