The declaration shattered the atmosphere, and every guest in the hall turned to see the man who had just entered.
Torrin, dressed in an exquisite white suit and holding a large bouquet of red roses, strode confidently into the room under the gaze of hundreds.
Larissa took the microphone from Haskell, her expression impassive. “Torrin Dillon, get out. Since when do I need your approval to get engaged?”
Torrin looked at her with soulful eyes, his voice ringing with conviction. “I won’t leave unless you call off this engagement with Haskell right now!”
A murmur rippled through the guests.
“Isn’t that Torrin Dillon? The son the Dillon family just found recently?”
“Yes, it is. What’s going on?”
“It looks like the Dillon heir and the Judson heiress have some history.”
“You don’t think they’re still seeing each other, do you? If so, Mr. Palmer is in for a world of embarrassment.”
Torrin raised his voice, addressing Haskell directly. “Haskell, you’re a cripple! You can’t walk, and you can’t have children! Marrying Larissa would be ruining her life! If you have any dignity as a man, you’ll do the right thing and let her go. Let her find true happiness. I am the one who can give her that happiness!”
With each impassioned word, Torrin marched closer to the stage.
The guests’ whispers grew louder.
“Is it true Haskell can’t have children?”
“I don’t know, but rumors like that don’t usually come from nowhere.”

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