Luke's expression darkened upon hearing the woman's words—it was clearly Carla, now grown.
If it had been anyone else, he would have beaten them without hesitation.
But before this young woman, even if he were reduced to nothing, he still wouldn't dare.
"I can't just give up because of that bastard…" he finally said.
"You're misunderstanding something… That bastard did try to seduce Elena, even tried to seduce me. But this has nothing to do with him. You don't understand the truth…" Carla shook her head, looking at him as if he were a fool.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"You don't need to know. Just remember—Elena isn't for you, and you should accept that."
"Bullshit…" Luke struggled to control his emotions after hearing her words.
"What? Do you want to force your will on someone else?" Carla sneered.
"Sure, you can do that to some village girl—but Elena? Even your grandfather would beat you if you dared to trouble her."
After saying that, Carla turned around.
