At this moment, Lucas was the most agitated person there. It was he who had informed his father about William and Bella's "affair," originally intending for his father to give William a proper thrashing.
Now, what's happened is that William had managed to collapse his father's composure with just a few words.
Seeing his father in a near-mad state, Lucas felt embarrassed rather than sympathetic.
His father always boasted about how formidable he was, yet here he was, brought to this state with just a few words. It truly caused him to lose all face.
Of course, the primary culprit was William.
Veins throbbed on Lucas's forehead, his eyes filled with bloodshot lines, glaring fiercely at William like a wild beast ready to attack.
The painters around also started heckling.
"Yeah! Anyone can talk, can't they? If you're so capable, why don't you paint a piece better than Mr. Brimstone's?"
