Inside the car, Luis stared at the shrinking outline of the Suarez Estate and let out a quiet sigh.
Ronald noticed immediately and smirked.
"What's wrong?" he teased. "Reminiscing about the previous beatings?"
The driver was none other than Jack. His expression remained as unreadable as ever, as if nothing in the car concerned him. Only he knew what was actually going on in his head.
David, seated in the front passenger seat, perked up at once, keenly interested in Luis's response.
'Would he complain about my daughter? Or would he justify her actions—showing understanding?'
What came next, however, completely shattered his expectations.
"Kinda," Luis replied, his gaze unfocused, still fixed on the scenery outside the window. "I'm used to it."
"!!!?"
"Luis… you—"
Ronald stared at his son with a complicated expression. He had already guessed that Luis wouldn't truly be angry with Alicia—but never, in his wildest dreams, had he expected 'this' kind of answer.
