The crowd's whispers grew more urgent, speculation spreading like wildfire.
"Sterling... isn't he the one who..."
"Type B alpha, right? They say omegas don't survive..."
"But the Quinn family... they're not nobodies. This is serious."
Mr. Quinn stepped forward, his timing was right as he joined his wife's performance.
Where she provided raw emotion, he brought the picture of a patriarch defending his family's honor while projecting righteous annoyance to cover his own desperation.
"You think you can discard my son like a piece of trash?" His voice, injected with the weight of a rich person speaking, effortlessly commanded the attention of the assembled crowd.
"We gave him to you in good faith, to honor the pact between our families. And this is how you repay us?!"
