Chapter 95

"Meghan," Julian called out, his voice low and smooth like polished jade—nice enough to give you goosebumps. Everyone turned to him, eyes full of curiosity and juicy gossip, waiting to see if the bride had truly fallen out of favor. But the outcome? Not what they expected. Julian said, "Hurry and bring shoes for my wife. Why are you just standing there?" "Yes, sir!" Meghan Moore snapped back to attention and quickly ordered another servant to grab Anna's shoes. That one sentence made everything clear—he was standing with Anna. Charles's expression darkened. His sharp eyes stayed fixed on Anna. He hadn't interfered much with his daughter-in-law before, but lately, his disapproval had been growing. What surprised him most was that his usually detached, indifferent younger son was showing such clear loyalty. Rubbing his forehead with a sigh, he forced a polite smile and said to the guests, "Apologies for the little hiccup tonight. Something came up. Please, feel free to continue your even