Just as Owen Winton finished speaking, Alitzel Williams and Christopher Lewis pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing the scene in the room and having heard those words just now, their faces instantly turned sour.
Alitzel was the first to be displeased, and retorted, "Owen Winton, I don't like hearing that. From the beginning, my son rejected your daughter. It was your daughter who has been desperately trying to marry my son, and now she's complaining about him? What kind of logic is that?"
Still dragging others into this — Alitzel couldn't bear to listen anymore and felt she needed to argue back. After all, he wasn't the only one who could speak.
Owen's face darkened even more. "And what about this half-month promise? Wasn't it your Lewis family who agreed to it? If you rejected it, why did you agree? Are you fooling us?"
Alitzel glanced at Christopher next to her, raising an eyebrow. "It wasn't my son who agreed to the half-month promise, find whoever agreed to it."
