Chapter 1822

The Williams residence was suddenly ablaze with lights.

Brook, Sylvester, Connor, and even Tyson came out to see what was happening.

Hearing the commotion, Amelia emerged in her robe. "What's going on? Are you planning to fight? Can't a person get a good night's sleep around here?"

"It's fine if you wake me, but if you disturb my precious daughter, I won't let it slide! Sylvester, what are you thinking, causing a ruckus in the middle of the night? With Eric here, what's there to worry about?"

Sylvester rubbed his nose, feeling singled out. Wasn't this her beloved son-in-law's affair? They were just there to back him up, yet now it seemed they were the main culprits.

Brook almost wanted to complain but was held back by Sylvester, who knew Amelia's temperament better than anyone.

After venting a bit, Amelia went back inside, thinking, 'Why bother with these men?'

The villa's soundproofing was excellent—they wouldn't hear a thunderstorm, let alone a fight. With Eric around, they co