"I am absolutely thrilled for my brother's wedding," Lenard exclaimed with infectious cheer, casting a teasing glance at his unwilling sibling. "I've been biding my time just for this day, to witness my brother in his wedding attire."
Arlan felt a surge of anger and frustration, longing to deliver a punch to his brother's face. However, he had to maintain his composure, as the volatile beast within him had already been stirred by the scent emanating from Oriana. She was the one bleeding, yet he found himself growing weaker, a sensation he loathed.
Lenard directed his attention to Oriana, offering a warm and direct greeting, "Sister-in-law, I'm elated to have you here, ensuring my brother won't remain single forever. I eagerly anticipate the arrival of my little nieces and nephews." He looked at his mother, "Mother, you will be having handful of grandchildren's."
