Edmund stepped in front of me, his gaze cold as he looked at Albert. "Sir, I believe you've misunderstood. This has nothing to do with Ms. Wenmir. From start to finish, the one who's been trying to make a scene is me."
Albert froze, his brows furrowing as he focused on Edmund. "And who are you?"
Edmund scoffed, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips. "I'm the fiancé of your son's mistress."
That one sentence packed a punch, and Albert's expression instantly shifted as his brows knitted tighter.
Edmund continued, his tone dripping with irony, "The media were hired by me, not by Ms. Wenmir. I'm sure you wouldn't want to take your anger out on an innocent lady, would you?"
I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.
Edmund's words had hit the mark—if Albert kept blaming me after that, he
