Kay watched Mrs. Hanson stay silent for a little too long and pressed her, "Mrs. Hanson, just say whatever's on your mind. Mr. Rupert and Tristan are here— they'll have your back."

Mrs. Hanson pursed her lips, hesitated for a few seconds, then shook her head firmly.

"No, Sylvia never agreed to anything. It was Yves who set his sights on her and tried to force her into marriage."

"Mrs. Hanson! What the hell are you talking about?" Kay snapped, her eyes cold and sharp as she marched forward.

But Sylvia calmly raised a hand, stopping Kay in her tracks. "Ms. Winslet, that's Mrs. Hanson's own admission. How is that nonsense? Does the truth only count if I'm the one throwing myself at Yves? What's your motive here?"

She looked at Kay, whose face was flushed with anger, veins standing out on her forehead, but she had no comeback.

Mrs. Hanson sure as hell wasn't going to defend Kay.

After all, Sylvia had a video of Mrs. Hanson and her boytoy-far juicier than anything Naomi had on her. If it ever got out, especially with the Yves mess, Mrs. Hanson's life would be hell.

When disaster's looming, self-preservation comes first. That's exactly why Mrs. Hanson always did whatever Kay asked for her own sake.

She clenched her jaw, about to argue, but Edwin cut her

this one last time: stay

at Tristan. "Dad, since you can't stand us, let me make this easy-I'm moving

looked stunned, caught off guard. Before he could process it, Kay shrieked, “You're leaving the Garcia family for her?

my wife. I never once regretted choosing her. The Garcia family... can rely on Rupert. He's


Edwin would never fight Rupert for the family legacy. He'd rather be

that, Naomi burst into tears and threw herself into

"I'm sorry," she sobbed.

said, patting her back gently. "You tried to hide something this big from me." But his voice was gentle he wasn't really blaming her. After all, she'd already-

stormed out

Winslet, don't forget your boytoy. I imagine

she didn't look back. Tristan shot Sylvia a furious glare, harrumphed, and swept out with

going to

You talk things out here," Edwin said glancing instinctively at the man standing quietly in the corner before guiding Naomi out.

For a moment, it was like no

his cigarette. When he stood, his figure wavered in the smoky haze for a second, but he quickly pulled himself together, his usual cold

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