"Fine."
After a prolonged silence that stretched for dozens of seconds, grandpa Porter finally gave a slow nod.
His deep-set eyes, fixed firmly on Tyler, burned with unconcealed fury and disdain.
"If this truly was a misunderstanding, then the matter of responsibility would indeed need consideration," he said, his voice measured yet icy.
"But all that can wait.
The immediate priority is to uncover the truth behind this incident—what really happened."
His agreement was clearly rooted in absolute certainty that the facts would remain unchanged.
After all, Sandra's humiliation was an undeniable reality.
Sandra's slightly reddened eyes glared at Tyler with undisguised revulsion, as though he were some filthy, repulsive piece of trash.
The deliberate use of a recording and a USB drive to lure her into the lounge, followed by the chain of events that unfolded afterward—it all painted a crystal-clear picture.
