"Dad, what are we talking about? Do you know her from anywhere?" Bernard questioned his father curiously, still stunned by Beta Gilbert's initial comment.
Beta Gilbert remained silent, his face still twisted in anger. His silence only made Bernard even more curious.
His face tightened more, and his jaw clenched hard as his brows furrowed deeply. His nostrils flared as his eyes darkened with fury, radiating intense anger that couldn't be mistaken.
"I don't know her from anywhere," Beta Gilbert finally muttered, his voice tense. "But I can't explain it… I always feel this deep unrest and fear whenever I see her. There must be something about Laura being a girl!"
"That's strange. I grew up knowing you as someone who was never afraid of anything or anyone. I think you're right… there's something different about her," Bernard said, his tone certain as he leaned back on the couch, still processing his father's words.
