William Foster's voice lowered, with a hint of barely noticeable tension as he replied, "Little girl, your brothers are truly terrifying. Honestly, my heart pounds with worry about what they might do to me."
Clara Bennett gritted her teeth, speaking firmly and with a hint of dissatisfaction, "You still dare to provoke them? If my brothers hear the things you said earlier, it's already giving you face if they don't beat you beyond recognition."
William Foster looked at Clara with a helpless expression, innocently saying, "Isn't there no other choice? If they don't agree to let me marry you, I'll have to resort to some special measures to obtain their consent, even if the method seems a bit risky."
The two whispered quietly on the side, which made Edward Bennett, who had been silently listening not far away, increasingly impatient.
His face gradually became serious and somewhat somber, "Clara Bennett! What on earth are you two whispering about over there? Quickly confess honestly!"
