In the audience, Morris chuckled softly, drawing the puzzled gazes of his parents.
"These two friends are still the same," he commented, shaking his head in mild amusement. "they know how to rile up the opponent."
Mr. Wilson turned to his son, confused. "Did you already expect this?"
Morris nodded, setting down his wine glass. "I know my sister. She would never do anything wrong." He glanced at his parents and added with a faint smile, "Just sit back and enjoy the show."
The Wilson couple exchanged glances before nodding. Trusting their son's words, they turned their attention to the stage, eager to see what would unfold next.
Victor, standing on the stage, glared at the Faye and was about to step forward, but Silvia quietly held his hand, stopping him even before he could move as if she had already sensed his next move.
Barely anyone noticed as they were shielded by Natalie's chair and Mia sitting on the hand rest.