He had only appeared days after that encounter.
He hesitated for days.
To Lochlan, her looks were more important than her soul.
Right. He’s from the Fraser family. If the woman by his side was disfigured, he would feel embarrassed.
Charlotte chuckled self-deprecatingly.
Tears streaked down her face, and it broke Joseph’s heart; he had been watching them from the side in silence.
His mind went blank for a split second. A wrath that seemed to have come from nowhere filled his chest, and he strode out of the living room toward Lochlan.
With a quick swing, his fist collided in the other man’s face. “Why are you shouting? How dare you shout at our house? Aren’t you a shameless man? Let me warn you now. If you dare to harass my sister again, I’ll hit you whenever we meet. Douchebags like you deserve nothing but violence!”
Lochlan had not been expecting the punch.
He was a firefighter, and he was trained in combat.
When he came back to his senses, he instantly returned the blow.
Joseph was not a doormat; he was often around Lucas. Although he was not as good as the latter in martial arts, he was still a good fighter.
Charlotte, who had been immersed in her sorrows, jumped in fright when she heard the commotion.
She hurriedly walked over to see the two men in a fight.
Fae was standing at the side. Fearing that her son would suffer injuries, she shouted, “Joseph, stop it. Mr. Fraser, let go of him!”
The two men were boiling with rage, and they did not heed Fae’s words.
Soon, the commotion attracted the attention of the neighbors. Some passersby could not help but look into the Field family’s house.
“Stop it! Stop fighting!”
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