"When did you start?!"
Yvonne Cheney glared at the couple in front of her.
No one had ever seen her like this.
Yvonne Cheney, who never dared to speak loudly before, now had bloodshot eyes and was staring intently at those in front of her.
Tristan Lowell's gaze darkened.
He quickly regained his composure and discreetly exchanged a glance with Lana Lowell.
Lana immediately understood, quickly ran a few steps forward, and positioned herself between her mother and Fiona Lynch.
"Mom, everyone's watching. Calm down, don't make a scene... If it escalates, it won't do anyone any good!"
Her palm lightly placed on Yvonne Cheney's arm.
This incident was far beyond those secretly taken photos from before.
Back then, they could go live to clarify, pretend to be victims, and gain sympathy.
But this time was different. This was a genuine confrontation at a prestigious family gathering, with irrefutable evidence, caught red-handed.
