Joshua Thompson was about to step forward but was stopped by Damian Thompson.
"On what grounds do you think you're qualified to intervene?" Damian's tone was calm yet laced with ice.
Joshua halted, his gaze fixed intensely on Isabelle Richardson. It was as if he could devour her whole the moment she laid a finger on the woman before her.
Noticing his younger brother's simmering anger, Damian retracted his hand and focused on the defiant figure not far away.
Molly stood in her red dress, enchantingly radiant, facing Isabelle without an ounce of fear. Where had she found such courage?
Isabelle had never been slapped before, especially not in front of so many people.
She wanted to retaliate, but Molly seemed to anticipate her every move and quickly turned to leave.
"Molly Walker, stay right there!"
Furious, Isabelle summoned strength from deep within, sprinting after her and grabbing the strap of Molly's long dress. One good tug, and it would fall right off.
