Beatrice's gasp resonated in response to the weight of Gavriel's implication; her parted lips and shallow breath depicted her astonishment. Gavriel's tone shifted, and he remarked, "You can barely maintain chastity before and after marriage, yet you reprimand your daughter for the same. She learnt it all from you."
Her mother's response was a scoff, her retort biting, "Stop talking, Gavriel," delivered with cold precision.
Gavriel corrected her with authority, "It's Lord Gavriel. I will marry your daughter and make her life miserable. Now please leave along with your son."
Beatrice's mother froze, her façade masking her fear as her unwavering gaze held steady on him. 'Ah, this is vexing!' she silently lamented.
A short silence followed, broken by the entrance of Lucian, who cleared his throat to announce his presence. "We should discuss this matter first, Lord Gavriel," he asserted, his demeanor stern.
