Karl walked closer to the table, stopping just behind Adelyn.
Pier followed right after, leaning in slightly, his eyes fixed on the man dealing the cards.
After watching for a moment, Pier shifted a little closer to Karl and lowered his voice. "Brother Karl… don't you think you've messed up this time? Like… badly?"
Karl frowned, clearly not taking it seriously.
"It's just a car. I don't think my brothers would get that stingy over something like this."
Pier turned to look at him —completely speechless.
For a moment, he simply stared.
When Karl felt that relentless gaze, his frown deepened as he looked back.
"What?"
Pier exhaled slowly, as if trying to process how someone could be this dense.
"Your brother might not care about you losing a car, Brother Karl, but—"
He paused, then subtly pointed toward Adelyn.
"—would he also go easy on you if he finds out you nearly caused his wife to divorce him?"
Karl stiffened.
