Guided by the butler, Hannah and Winston entered the main hall. There, seated on a couch, was a man in his forties, exuding an air of majesty. His eyes were strikingly similar to Hannah’s.
Beside him sat an elegant lady, known to Hannah as Wallace’s wife from their encounter last time. She offered Hannah a polite, subtly smiling gaze.
To Hannah’s astonishment, Keith and Trent had also returned to Newfort.
Trent, with a sly lift of his eyebrows, subtly waved to her.
Another person lounged on the couch, her demeanor arrogant and dismissive towards Hannah. It was Joselyn, the same woman who had approached her earlier.
On the opposite side of the main couch, several elderly men took their seats.
Observing the crowd, Hannah chose to stand aside in silence.
The butler announced to Wallace, “Master, Miss Moore has arrived.”
Winston passed gracefully by Hannah on his way back to Wallace.
ALL eyes in the hall turned towards Hannah, who faced their stares with composed calmness.
Wallace, noting her demeanor, muttered to himself with a smile, “She truly stands apart from ordinary girls.”
Proudly acknowledging her as his daughter, he relaxed on the sofa and said in a casual, deep tone, “Is there any need for introductions?
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This is my daughter, long separated from me. I intend to bring her back into my life. Do you have any objections?”
Although he had asked, it was clear they couldn’t say no.
When they heard Wallace’s words, several people in the room looked uneasy. They hadn’t expected him to be so blunt.
“Wallace, where did this girl come from? How can you just claim her as your daughter? Could she be an imposter?” an older man taunted.
Another person chimed in, “Wallace, please reconsider. If she’s an imposter, it could cause a lot of trouble. Our Compton family is thriving. It’s only natural that some might try to take advantage of that.”
“Exactly. This woman shows up out of nowhere, with a mysterious past.
It could be a setup…”
Wallace remained calm amid the discussion.
He sat confidently on the couch, leisurely sipping his coffee with a smile.
Finally, Wallace set down his cup. His eyes were not cold, but his voice was firm. “I don’t need your approval. If you can’t accept it, then leave the Compton family.”
As he stopped talking, the room fell dead quiet.
Everyone there was aware of the kind of man the Compton family head was. If he was that certain, then there probably wasn’t any room to maneuver.