Chapter 1218

"Everyone involved in yesterday's events, stand in a straight line. You know the drill." Oliver's voice carried a quiet authority. The group lounging on the couch remained still, exchanging hesitant glances. "Do I need to call you out one by one?" Oliver's gaze swept over the four culprits sitting there. Yet, no one moved. Then, the ever-obedient Abigail stood up, only for James, who was sitting beside her, to pull her right back down, shielding her from whatever was coming. Instead, he got up and walked forward himself. Hazel, too, put down the couch pillow she had been hugging and followed suit, standing in line without resistance. That left only Grace. Oliver's eyes locked onto his wife, who was clearly trying to test his patience. "Three… Two…" "Darling, here, take the baby." Grace swiftly got up, handed Cliff over to him, and scurried to join the line. Abigail attempted to line up, but James pushed her back, giving her a sharp look. She immediately froze, intimidat