Chapter 868:
The thought struck her like a blow. It was unthinkable that such a powerful family would appear in a place like this.
“Stay right where you are. I’m nearby working on some research. I’ll come over now.”
Her husband ended the call and hurried toward the scene.
The woman, now caught beneath Felix’s unyielding stare, felt her lips tremble. The composure she had displayed earlier completely dissolved, replaced by hesitant, nervous restraint. Watching his mother shrink so quickly into silence, the chubby boy remained
Frozen in place, fear held him still, leaving him unable even to cry. Realizing that the man before her truly outranked her husband, Darla struggled desperately to find a way out.
“What if we let this go? I won’t demand an apology anymore, and my son will be the one to apologize instead. Can we just leave it at that?”
“What do you mean by ‘let this go’?” Rylie’s gentle laugh carried a sharp undertone. “The truth hasn’t even come out yet, and you already think you have the right to dismiss it?”
Sensing that the situation was escalating and worried it might damage the arcade’s reputation, the owner quickly brought out the security footage. The recording clearly showed everything that had happened.
At that moment, a middle-aged man in a suit burst into the arcade, his hair slightly disheveled as he panted for breath. His gaze immediately locked onto Darla before shifting to Felix. The stern expression on Felix’s face made the man’s anxiety deepen.
“Mr. Owen! I sincerely apologize!” The man hurried forward, nearly stumbling in his rush to reach Felix. He bent deeply, his voice trembling with desperation. “My wife often speaks without thinking. She never meant any harm. There must be some misunderstanding. Mr. Owen, please, I beg you, don’t hold her recklessness against me. You have to uncover what truly happened!”
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Felix’s voice carried an icy edge.
“And how do you propose we deal with this? Your wife doesn’t seem very eager for me to reveal the truth and set things right for the mother and child.”
“It’s unnecessary,” Darla interrupted nervously. “Fine, I’ll apologize. Let’s just put this behind us and say our son accused someone else by mistake.”
Rylie studied her intently, noting every fleeting change in her expression. It quickly became evident that Darla was fully aware of her son’s wrongdoing.
“There’s no need for you to feel wronged,” Rylie said calmly. “Let’s simply check the surveillance footage, and everything will be clear. If my brother and I were truly at fault, your husband wouldn’t have lost his position, and I would owe you an apology.”
“There’s no need for an apology. As long as I can keep my position in your company, that’s all that matters,” the man replied, believing the offer made him sound clever.
At that moment, the arcade owner pulled up the surveillance footage on his phone and turned the screen toward them.
“I copied the video. It clearly shows your son deliberately taking that child’s toy, while your wife, refusing to acknowledge the truth, covered for him without hesitation. You should apologize sincerely, without pretending to be wronged.”
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