"Brother-in-law!" Samara cried out in pain.
"Sixth Master, what are you doing? You're hurting her."
In Aaron Faber's eyes, Samara was like a porcelain doll—fragile and easily broken with just a gentle touch. His heart ached with urgency. Impulsively, he wanted to step forward but was stopped by Adrian Desmond's fierce gaze, so he stood still.
"Samara, let me tell you, if you only grow taller and don't grow a brain, sooner or later, you'll suffer a great loss. Do you know what usually happens to pretty girls in this kind of situation?"
Aaron Faber tried to stop him. "Sixth Master, enough! She's still a child!"
"A child? Aaron Faber, do you ever treat her like a child? If you treated her like a child, you wouldn't..."
