Chapter: 961
As Dolores pondered the situation, she swiftly devised a strategy to address it.
Tears filled her eyes once more as she gazed at Yolande.
"Miss Boyd, I'm innocent. Why should I apologize? Marlin, I didn't lie to you."
She turned and clung to him, unwilling to let go.
Yolande bristled at the spectacle. What a scheming and manipulative woman. Why did both her two brothers attract such scheming partners?
Witnessing Dolores's distress, sympathy arose from the onlookers.
"It was just a slap, why all this drama?"
Marlin, growing restless, signaled the security guards and announced to the guests, “The event has concluded. Please, everyone must leave now. We need to clean up."
Those curious about the outcome reluctantly bid farewell and exited.
Regardless of the resolution, rumors of Marlin's deep affection for his girlfriend were bound to circulate in Silverdale after tonight.
Jarrod had departed earlier after taking a phone call. Had he stayed, he surely would have supported Norah.
Derek also left, lamenting that Norah hadn't yielded, feeling a mix of disappointment and sympathy.
Soon, only a few were left in the spacious venue: Marlin, Dolores, Hans, Rosalee, Norah, Sean, and Yolande.
Marlin's gaze was icy as he addressed Norah, "Miss Wilson, this is your last chance."
He had dismissed the crowd to spare her public embarrassment.
“Apologize to Dolores."
Norah, masking her emotions with a slight smile, was about to respond...
Suddenly, a new voice interrupted, "Let's see who demands an apology from Miss Wilson."
Turning toward the sound, they saw a middle-aged man entering, who was tall, commanding, and distinguished.
Norah's expression softened slightly.
Dolores quietly turned and peered at the imposing man from the corner of her eye before retreating into Marlin's embrace, as if reluctant to engage with anyone else.
"Dad," the Boyd siblings exclaimed in unison.
The man was Manley Boyd, the patriarch of the Boyd family.
Hans furrowed his brow, pondering, "Dad, do you know Miss Wilson?"