Suddenly, it went dark around them, and the guests let out a series of surprised exclamations.
It’s daytime now, so even with the lights out, it’s not completely dark; it’s just that the light is a bit dimmer, making it possible to vaguely see shadowy figures.
"What’s going on! Someone quickly check the wiring," Tristan Keating shouted angrily.
Someone immediately went down to check the wires.
Yvette Ray now looked at Ronan Keating and Claire Truman with a heart full of resentment. She and Ronan Keating had finally come to this point today.
Ronan Keating took advantage of the chaos to step forward and grab Yvette, whispering, "Yvette, stop making a scene. Let’s leave here first, we can talk about anything later, okay?"
"Leave me alone!" Yvette broke free from him, gritting her teeth, "You’ve done something utterly heinous, you’re not fit to be a father!"
Ronan was a bit surprised, not quite understanding why Yvette had become so hysterical.
However, seeing her eyes now filled with nothing but hatred, his heart ached sharply.
Yvette gritted her teeth, glaring at him intently, shouting angrily, "You indulged Claire Truman to kill little Ran, I hate you, I wish you’d rot in the depths of hell!
You messed up my life, yet you happily marry her, Ronan Keating, you’ll get your comeuppance!"
What? Ronan stared blankly at Yvette.
What did she mean by this? Little Ran is dead?
Ronan held Yvette’s shoulders, looking at her and patiently asked, "Yvette, what exactly are you talking about? Did something shock you?"
"Hahaha..." Yvette cried and laughed, "Today, I want that woman to pay with blood! Even if I die, I’ll drag you down with me!"
Ronan looked at Yvette’s frantic state, couldn’t help but frown, concern flashing across his face.
He always felt that something he didn’t know had happened, overwhelming Yvette directly into insanity, turning her into what she is now.
Claire Truman didn’t expect Yvette to rush out, now even accusing her publicly.
She naturally wouldn’t admit to this crime.
Now that Yvette was insane, she could easily absolve herself of everything.
Claire Truman stepped forward, pulling Ronan over, her expression innocent and pitiful, sobbing, "Ronan, what’s wrong with Yvette? Even if I’m marrying you, she shouldn’t come ruin it and slander me."
Yvette looked at Claire Truman’s pretense, eyes red, "Claire Truman, you’re nothing more than this, can’t you admit to your own crimes?"
"That’s right, you’re afraid that if you admit it, Ronan will abandon you, so you can only use these means to keep him.
It’s a pity that you’ll spend your life in insecurity because the truth will always be revealed one day!"
Yvette shouted hoarsely, venting all her anger.
Ronan stepped forward, gently taking her hand, speaking softly, "Yvette, you’re emotionally unstable now, should we go down first?"
Looking at Ronan in his groom’s attire, being extremely gentle with her, Yvette felt nothing but irony.
Even felt a bit disgusted, wherever he touched seemed already tainted.
Yvette’s eyes radiated crimson, her smile exceptionally mocking, her whole being seemed so fragile she might shatter at any moment.
At that moment, Ronan suddenly desired to abandon everything, wanting to leave with Yvette, to a place where only they existed.
Yvette looked at Ronan, gritting her teeth, "Move aside."
Ronan didn’t move, no matter what, he wouldn’t let Yvette do anything that would make everyone angry. Thɪs chapter is updated by noᴠelfire.net