Lucas's gaze grew increasingly intense, sharp as a blade's edge, making Emily's heart race with unease.
She struggled to maintain her footing, her face flushing and paling in rapid succession.
"I am perfectly capable of looking after my own woman.
I don't need anyone else meddling.
Whoever dares interfere—don't blame me for being unforgiving!"
His words sent a wave of heat rushing to Emily's cheeks.
Her legs weakened, and she stumbled backward two steps, saved only by Laura's quick support.
"I know you've disliked me from the moment I entered the Marson family," Emily said, her voice trembling, "but everything I've done has been for the good of the family and for you!
What benefit would I gain from breaking you and Beauty apart?
And Laura has always treated you like her own brother.
Even though you're half-siblings, she's been nothing but devoted to you.
Before that woman came along, you doted on your sister dearly."
