Tilda lowered her gaze slightly, hiding the apology in her eyes beneath delicate lashes.

The atmosphere at the table became lively again.

After another twenty minutes, the engagement party finally began with practiced elegance.

Under the host's guidance, the couple and their families settled into their seats at the main table, each movement precise and calculated.

Tilda's gaze landed on Scarlet, who radiated with a honeyed smile as she greeted her partner's boss's wife beside her, entirely unaware that this woman had recently become involved in a secret affair with her partner.

A hint of mockery flashed in Tilda's eyes. Scarlet probably thought she had found a strong backing.

However, Tilda believed that this source of support would soon fall apart.

The engagement ceremony flowed smoothly under the host's expert direction.

Soon it was time for the toasting ritual.

The couple, holding delicate wine glasses and an ornate silver jug, began their ceremonial rounds.

The couple made their way to Tilda's table first.

Although there was a frigid tension between Lyndon's family and Cade's family, they wore friendly masks of civility for the occasion.

After all, today was a joyous milestone for Cade and his family, and they would honor it with practiced smiles and calculated courtesy.

However, since Scarlet had just branded Sheldon an ill- mannered little rascal, even though the child himself had brushed it off, the adults harbored the slight like a hidden thorn.

So when Alex and Scarlet approached to toast, Barnes remained firmly seated, not moving an inch.

"Barnes, Brea, Scarlet and I have come to share a drink with you." Alex spoke with a polite smile.

Yet, Lyndon and his family remained still, their expressions unreadable. The air around the table felt heavy, like a storm waiting to break.

Barnes fixed Alex with an icy stare. "Please proceed without me." His tone made it clear he had no intention of rising to honor their gesture.

Alex and Scarlet exchanged worried glances, their smiles evaporating in the tension.

"Uncle Barnes, Aunt Brea, what's happening here?" Scarlet pressed. "I understand you have never quite warmed to us, but today is my special day. Even the mayor is witnessing this!"

She deliberately emphasized the distinguished guest's presence, implying Barnes should show more decorum.

Barnes regarded her coldly. "If not for the mayor and his wife, we would have departed already. Do you genuinely believe our mere presence signifies respect?"

His words struck like a slap, blunt and unrelenting.

Scarlet's expression tightened, but mindful of the prestigious guests, she restrained her temper. "Have we offended you somehow? Why this treatment? Please give us some indication—we're completely bewildered."