Chapter: 1421

All eyes turned toward the source of the voice-a stunning woman standing beside Sean. She held her head high, her gaze filled with contempt as she stared them down, daring them to answer her challenge.

Coen sneered, “Wilson just happens to be your surname. Do you really think that makes you a part of the Wilson family? Keep dreaming!"

“Exactly! You're completely delusional!"

"This is hilarious. Do you assume that sharing the name Wilson means you're a part of their family? My surname is Morris, yet I have no connection to the Morris clan."

"My last mame is Alvarado, but I'm certainly not from the Alvarado family either!"

The murmurs reached Norah's ears, yet she remained calm, her eyes fixed on Iker, who was on stage.

Iker and Hank understood the situation. As expected, this was the moment Norah made her move.

With a furrowed brow, Iker addressed her, saying, "Miss Wilson, today is my celebration. I'd appreciate it if you could refrain from causing a scene."

“Uncle, you didn't say that when you called me your niece," Norah retorted, placing special emphasis on the word “uncle” so that everyone could hear it.

Marlene's face flushed with anger, and she said through gritted teeth, "Miss Wilson, stop trying to cozy up to my uncle Like this. I am the true daughter of the Wilsons, and Mr. Wilson is my uncle!"

While she might not know who the real Miss Wilson was, she was certain it wasn't the woman in front of her.

How on earth could Norah ever deserve that title!

Norah's smile was subtle yet regal, exuding confidence.

"Cozying up? Well, you just claim to be the Wilson family's daughter. Where's the proof? I have the DNA test results of you and your family here."

At that moment, Frank stepped forward, handing the report to Norah, who tossed it in front of Marlene.

"Now, care to explain your link to the Harrison family?"

The next second, a shrill voice filled the room from the doorway.

“Marlene! How dare you turn your back on your own blood! I am your mother! I gave birth to you, so how could you ever be a Wilson? Are you ashamed of us because we are poor? You ungrateful girl! We toiled hard to pay your school fees, and this is how you repay us?!"

Come with me this instance and stop making a fool of yourself here...

A middle-aged woman in worn-out clothing stood at the door, pointing at Marlene and yelling. Her words made many guests uncomfortable.

How offensive!

However, Marlene stared wide-eyed at the woman, unable to believe her eyes. Swallowing hard, she muttered in disbelief, “Mom...”

Her mother had never left their village. How on earth did she find her way to Glophia, which was so far away from the village?

An uneasy feeling settled in her stomach as she glared at Norah.

“You! You brought her here, didn't you?"

Before Norah could answer, Marlene was dragged away from the gathering by the woman, who was still raging and cursing.

The room was left in shock by the recent turn of events.

Iker shot a glare at Hank, who he thought had been careless not to properly handle such an important matter.

Clenching his fists, Hank's expression darkened. Marlene had assured him her family would never come to Glophia, so he hadn't worried.

But her mother's sudden appearance now brought shame to the Wilsons in front of everyone.

Quickly regaining himself, Iker cleared his throat and said, "When Marlene underwent testing, the results showed she was a _ blood relative. You must know she bears a strong resemblance to my brother and sister-in-law."

He paused for a moment, then continued with a sorrowful tone, "I didn't want to speak of this on such a day, which only deepens my grief. But Miss Wilson, your words have made things very uncomfortable for me."

Hearing this, the guests began to murmur amongst themselves.

“It could be a mistake, nothing more. Why make such a fuss?"

"And even if Marlene isn't a Wilson by birth, does that make Norah the rightful Miss Wilson? She's merely embarrassing herself!"