Lucas Bell's complexion was already particularly pale, but now, shocked to the core, he looked utterly bloodless. Only the setting sun, red like blood, shone on his face, giving him a tragic and desolate appearance.
Sister-in-law?
Wyatt Hale had called her that too smoothly.
Clearly, it wasn't the first time he had used that term.
These days, boyfriends and girlfriends often call each other husband and wife, but in a family like the Hale Family, even if Wyatt were foolish, he wouldn't casually call someone sister-in-law, especially when their parents were around.
If he accidentally slipped up, some elders would still mind.
Could it be...
Had his sister married William Hale?
It shouldn't be possible, he thought, shaking his head to dismiss the idea from his mind.
"What's wrong? Why aren't you coming inside?" Wyatt had already brought out a pair of slippers for him.
Sizing him up, he wondered if the lad was up to some trick.
"It's nothing."
