Chapter 10

The atmosphere was tense as all eyes focused on Timothy. A deadly silence filled the living room just then.

Patrick and Fiona were shaken to their cores. They believed their future son-in-law had to be a prominent figure. How could it be the man before them, who wore tattered clothing like a poor man from the streets?

Fiona's features contorted as she pointed at Timothy. "Are you sure you're not messing with me, Mav? I-Isn't he a beggar? How can he be your fiancé?"

Mavis fell into a grim silence, not knowing how to respond.

Meanwhile, Hugh awkwardly clambered onto his feet. His face had purplish bruises and swollen spots. On top of that, he appeared to be in a foul mood.

Patrick rushed over to help support Hugh. He flashed a stiff smile and said, "Hugh, what happened earlier was… a misunderstanding."

Hugh wiped the blood from his nostrils. He then glowered at Timothy, inhaled deeply, and said to Mavis. "Is this really your fiancé, Mavis?"

Mavis bit her lip, her head hanging low