Chapter 234 Live Action Chaos
The room was in utter disarray.
Tables and chairs overturned.
Two people seemed utterly oblivious to the outside world, lost in their own moment of self-forgetfulness. It was as if the glaring lights and the sudden influx of people hadn't disturbed them in the slightest.
A scream pierced through the crowd, its origin unknown.
Holly Weiss was short, and despite her high heels, the figures in front of her blocked her view almost entirely. She clutched at Eddy's sleeve and strained on her tiptoes.
Eddy offered a resigned smile, bent down, hooked his arm under her knees, and hoisted her up onto his forearm. Holly Weiss raised an eyebrow, amused.
"Oh boy!" someone exclaimed. Another voice chimed in, "This is my first time witnessing something like this live!"
Vito Curtis was the quickest to react. He slammed the door shut, his aged face turning pale, his breathing erratic. His cane snapped with a crack, and he lurched backward, nearly falling had Myron Curtis not swiftly caught him.
Miller stood aside, torn between staying and leaving.
After a long moment, Vito Curtis, with a hushed and grave tone, warned, "If anyone dares to leak what happened here today, don't blame this old man for being ruthless!"
The onlookers exchanged uneasy glances and shushed each other, though they were all profoundly shocked. No one had imagined that Grace, usually so prim and proper, would be involved in such an incident at a celebratory gathering.
"The party is over. Let's all head out," Vito Curtis announced, his voice devoid of energy, his demeanor aging years in mere seconds.
"I can't believe Grace would do something like this," one person muttered under their breath.
"She's a top-tier celebrity; to think she'd do something so shameless. Eye-opening indeed."
"Oh my, the entertainment industry is the dirtiest."
"An actor remains an actor."
"That's rude, though," another interjected.
"What's wrong with what I'm saying? Grace always acts so high and mighty, but her reputation isn't good at all."
"Shh, keep it down, Vito Curtis might hear you."
The crowd continued to debate softly as they left, regretful that they hadn't captured the moment on their phones.
"Forget it. We can't afford to mess with the Curtis family. Let's pretend this never happened."
"Right, I won't spread the word. I'll just mention it to my folks for a laugh!"
"Who knew a celebratory party would serve up such a juicy scene?"
"Hey, am I the only one who thinks that guy looks familiar?"
"Isn't that the infamous jerk, Wilber Gilbert, making waves online?"
"No way, is that actually Wilber Gilbert?"
"Yes, it's him. I'm certain! I've seen his picture."
"Oh man, he's the notorious ex-boyfriend of his sister-in-law?"
In a corner stood a graceful figure, silently observing the scene.
Ann White's gaze was gentle as she looked toward the crowd and saw Vito Curtis's lonely figure.
Her eyes then shifted to Luann Weaver.
"A very clever woman," she mused.
With that, she followed the crowd and walked away.
Soon enough, the guests at the scene were evacuated disorganizedly.
Inside the house, the noise still echoed.
"Go on! Get them out here!" Vito Curtis barked with fury. "Look at this mess!"
The servers hesitated, exchanging wary glances, but no one dared to enter.
After all, it was Grace they would have to confront. If they saw her, would they even be able to keep their vision intact?
Emma stood at the back, biting her lower lip tightly, her innocent eyes filled with disbelief.
Miller saw that things were turning sour and swiftly snuck away.
"None of you will go?" Vito Curtis snapped.
"Fine!"
"I'll go myself!"
Myron Curtis stopped Vito Curtis, saying coldly, "Let me do it."
He casually pulled off a complete piece of tablecloth, and with a slight tug, he neatly tore off a strip of fabric.
He tied the strip over his eyes and entered.
Guided by the sounds, Myron Curtis quickly strode to the bed, and with a swift yank, he pulled at one corner of the sheet, bundling up Grace and Wilber Gilbert together as if wrapping a bundle of cloth.
Thud!
Grace and Wilber Gilbert were dumped onto the floor.
Vito Curtis sat on the couch, his face set in a stony expression.
He watched the two, still somewhat groggy, and with a flick of his hand, he drenched them with cold water.
That sure gave them a chill.
"Ah!" Grace yelled frantically, her consciousness returning bit by bit.
She looked around at the scene and then at her disheveled self. She suddenly realized what had happened.
"Grandpa... Grandpa!" she pleaded, "Someone set me up!"
"Someone's out to get me!"
"I... I lost control. It's like I went mad..."
The cold water streamed down, chilling her to the bone.
Grace shivered, but her mind retained a sliver of rationality, avoiding the rush to accuse Luann Weaver directly.
Wilber Gilbert, too, belatedly grasped the situation.
"How come... I'm here?"
"Why is it you?"
"What's going on?!"
He should have been with Luann Weaver in the same room, not Grace!
Disappointment filled Vito Curtis's clouded old eyes, but he understood that Grace and Wilber Gilbert must have been tricked.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have continued with such shamelessness in front of everyone.
Luann Weaver sat beside Myron Curtis, listening to the play while gently wiping his fingers with a damp tissue.
Wiping each one carefully.
Not even missing the spaces between his fingers.
"Grandpa, I really don't know what happened..." Grace shivered, reaching out to grab Vito Curtis's pant leg.
However, Vito Curtis shifted his foot to the side, avoiding her hand.
Tears streaming down her red eyes, Grace sobbed lowly, "I just... I just accidentally got my dress dirty by a waiter and wanted to come and change."
"But as I entered, it was pitch black, and as I tried to turn on the light, someone grabbed me, and the door was locked..."
Grace spoke through her tears without hiding anything.
"Why has it turned out like this? Why..."
Wilber Gilbert also chimed in hastily, "Yeah! The waiter told me that Luann Weaver wanted to discuss something with me. That's why I followed them here!"
"And then... then I just don't know what happened!"
The moment the name Luann Weaver was mentioned, all eyes suddenly turned to her.
Grace had guessed that Wilber Gilbert would say this and quickly continued with the words she had prepared.
"Sister-in-law... why are you doing this to me? Why are you framing us!"
Vito Curtis's eyes were sharp as an eagle's, waiting for Luann Weaver's response.
Emma whispered, "It definitely wasn't the beautiful sister who did it..."
Grace's voice suddenly became shrill, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"Shut up!"
"What the hell do you know?!"
Luann Weaver should have been the one kneeling here, but suddenly it was Grace!
How could anyone stand it when such a thing happened to them?
