"Grandfather!!"
Bryan was startled, swiftly reaching out to steady grandpa Porter.
The sudden commotion sent a ripple of shock through the crowd, and all eyes turned toward the scene.
Grandpa's face had gone deathly pale, his breathing ragged and uneven.
Without hesitation, Bryan barked orders to those nearby, sending someone to fetch the emergency medicine from the car.
"Dad!"
Mr. Porter's expression twisted in alarm as he immediately bolted toward the staircase.
Camilla watched the chaos unfold upstairs, the corners of her lips curling into a faint, knowing smirk.
"He fainted too soon.
The show's only halfway through."
Mrs. Porter rose from her seat as well—but instead of heading toward her husband, she stormed the stage.
Snatching up decorative props, she hurled them at the massive LED screen with frenzied fury.
*CRASH—*
The deafening shatter of glass echoed through the hall as the enormous crystal display flickered and died, plunging into darkness.
