Camilia Davis staggered to her feet.
The hall was suffocatingly silent; every person’s breathing could be heard.
The identification paper Mia Ginger had taken out was still lying on the table, a thin sheet of paper, yet it seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds, and even Grandpa Jackson couldn’t fully comprehend it.
Her words were more like a resounding slap.
A slap across Zane Jackson and Lydia Williams’ faces, a slap across Aiden Jiang and Charlotte Chester’s faces, a slap across Zoey Leaf and Little Patten’s faces, making everyone feel the pain.
Face lost, at a loss for words.
Mia Ginger said nothing more, supporting Camilia Davis as they walked out.
Both were very thin, Mia slightly taller, bending slightly to accommodate Camilia’s pace, silent yet resolute.
As if using her slender shoulders to support her mother, whose days were numbered.
Even Aiden Jiang’s usually deep and serene eyes were now glistening, and before he could call out, Zoey Leaf, standing beside him, suddenly shouted, "Mia!"
Mia didn’t turn back, didn’t stop.
"Grandpa Jackson..." Zoey Leaf suddenly looked up at the old man, her fingers trembling as she took a bank card from her pocket and placed it on the coffee table, sobbing, "I don’t want it anymore. This was given to me by her."
Zoey pointed towards Lydia Williams, crying as she said, "There’s a hundred thousand inside. I really wanted it. I’m too poor, and my mother has heart disease; I wanted it so much. But I can’t take it. I lied, I know nothing, Mia has never spent the night with a boy, she’s good, truly good, she’s my best friend."
As soon as the words fell, she turned and quickly chased after them.
Little Patten glanced at the furious old man, also stomping his foot helplessly, gritting his teeth, "I don’t know either, well, Fourth Brother likes Sister Mia, whether she agreed to him, I have no idea. It’s for my Fourth Brother."
Little Patten also ran out.
After a few steps, almost bumping into Zoey Leaf ahead.
Zoey Leaf also stopped, pressing her lips tightly as she looked at Mia Ginger ahead.
Mia Ginger was supporting Camilia Davis, standing still, her expression firm as she looked at a young man coming in from outside, dazed.
Zoey Leaf was also stunned.
She had never seen such a good-looking man in real life.
Originally, she thought Louis Cox was already handsome enough to rival popular stars, with sharp features and a charismatic, unruly temperament that drove women to scream.
But as this man drew closer, he was a completely different type from Louis Cox.
There’s no comparison.
Louis Cox makes women scream, but he makes people instinctively hold their breath.
The bright and blistering summer afternoon sun shone.
He appeared under the brightest light, tall and upright, his facial features outlined in light, slightly blurred, yet naturally exuding nobility and unattainable aura.
As he got closer, his facial features became more distinct, elegant as a painting.
He wore a neat shirt and trousers, his shirt smooth and spotless, his trousers pristine in solemn black, the contrast between them restrained and upright, making it impossible to look away.
A deep black suit jacket hung over his arm, his steps brisk yet unhurried, with an air of measured calm, cool and aloof, but prompting an instinctive urge to worship, trust, and follow.
Zoey Leaf was certain he was Koa Jackson, known to everyone.
A true prodigy of nobility, the favored child of heaven.
Mia Ginger had to endure such humiliation and doubt because of him. Even she felt that only a noble and pure lady could be a match for him.