Arlo Seys' angry face was terrifying, exuding an aura of indifference that made the entire hospital room several degrees colder.
Nicole looked at her brother's demeanor, not daring to speak, her gaze pleadingly turned towards Ariel Morris.
Ariel Morris' eyes flickered, her fingers wrapping around Arlo Seys' wrist, her voice gentle: "Arlo, you look so frightening like this. Whether you scare Jose Floyd or not is another thing, but you've already scared me and Nicole. One's your wife, the other's your sister. My prince, don't be so cold-faced; we're timid."
Arlo Seys' expression relaxed a bit, he glanced helplessly at Ariel Morris, his gaze then fell on his sister, "Nicole, a man should shoulder his responsibilities! This is his fault! He must know about this! His attitude determines how the Seys Family will interact with him in the future! If he doesn't give a satisfactory explanation, then the Seys Family will stand in opposition to him! What he owes you today, we must reclaim!"
