Chapter: 587

Norah's grip on Joanna's shoulder tightened, her voice firm as she interjected, "Joanna!"

Joanna's words were getting more harsh, which would only worsen her relationship with Bryson.

“Norah. Joanna's voice trembled, a lump forming in her throat.

Just thinking of it caused her heart to clench so painfully that she wanted to cry. To think that her beloved brother, held in such high esteem and respect, had slept with someone as undeserving and wretched as Kathy. If it had been anyone else, perhaps she wouldn't have felt so devastated.

Spencer's voice was barely a whisper as he spoke up. “Well, it was me who sent Bryson to his room yesterday."

The tension in Joanna's ward was so frightening, casting a heavy veil over the room that made Spencer hesitant to speak any louder. After a moment of deliberation, he resolved to shed light on the events of the previous night.

“The room in question is one of the larger suites at the Glamour Club. I used my room card to unlock the door, and when I entered, I saw nobody inside."

As he recounted the details, Spencer's mind drifted back to the haze of intoxication that had clouded his senses. After settling Bryson in the room, he turned on his heel and left. In his vague memory, he did not recall seeing anyone else in the room at the time.

Spencer cleared his throat before speaking. "“Kaiden and I went to inspect the surveillance footage in the corridor, but it was completely corrupted. ALL we could discern was a blurry mess."

Spencer frowned at the corrupted surveillance footage. It was evident the mastermind behind this incident had meticulously messed with the surveillance.

Realizing the futility of scrutinizing the footage, Bryson clenched his jaw. If Kathy was behind it all, she had outmaneuvered him.

Lost in contemplation, Norah pieced together Spencer's and Bryson's remarks, concluding that Bryson had been targeted, likely being taken advantage of when he was inebriated.

Spencer shrugged helplessly, adding, “That's the extent of what I know. If you have any further inquiries, feel free to ask."

"Could you please send me the surveillance footage from last night in the Glamour Club?" Norah maintained her composure as she spoke. "I need any footage capturing your assistance to send Bryson upstairs, including wherever you two appeared together starting from the moment you left the chamber."

“No problem." Sally flashed an “OK" gesture before sinking deeper into the sofa.

Spencer bore a heavy burden of guilt, knowing that he had played a part in perpetuating the rumors surrounding Bryson. The nagging question lingered in his mind. If only he had taken the initiative to inspect the room he reserved for Bryson, could this disastrous turn of events have been prevented?

Kaiden had imbibed until he was rendered unconscious, leaving him with no recollection of the events that transpired the previous night.

Overwhelmed by fear and uncertainty, he found himself unable to utter a word about what transpired.

Anxiety hung in the air, evident in the expressions of all present.

They were all aware of Kathy's machinations against Bryson, yet the outcome had surpassed even their worst fears. Those who had caught wind of the scandal wondered anxiously how the Andrews family would navigate this precarious situation.

Norah withdrew her hand calmly, her expression resolute. “At this point, overthinking serves no purpose. We'll await the Carter family's next move."

Norah's gaze shifted to Bryson, who was visibly distressed and holding his head. "It's merely gossip. There's no need to fear."

Bryson had weathered his fair share of rumors in the past, but they had always lacked concrete evidence. This time, however, faced with indisputable proof, panic coursed through him like a current.

Darwin nodded in agreement. "Norah speaks wisely. Bryson, I have faith in your ability to navigate this."