But Cheryl didn't appreciate that. She even thought I was malicious and blamed me.
Ignoring the curious gazes around me, I straightened my back and said, "No."
"Good! Good! Very good! You don't even listen to my words now, huh? Kneel down! Now!"
Cheryl's chest heaved, and she was so angry. Estelle supported her, trying to let her calm down. "Madam Alwyn, don't get angry. It won't do any good for your health."
The guests all spoke up.
"Madam Alwyn asked you to kneel. You should listen to her," a man said to me.
"This is really an eye-opener for me. Mr. Alwyn's wife doesn't respect the elderly, and she even wants to harm a child," a woman remarked.
At this moment, I became the target of everyone's criticism.
Standing in the crowd, I felt so hurt in my heart.
Suddenly, Armand came to hold my hand and stood in front of me.
He instructed Cheryl's maid directly, "Madam Alwyn needs some rest. Send her back to her room."
Then, he turned to face the guests, apologizing, "My son was just bitten by mosquitoes. Sorry to make you misunderstand it."
With just a few words, Armand solved the problem and settled the commotion.
After the banquet, I made Estelle kneel in the courtyard and had a servant slap her.