"Whitaker Dog is a guest here; whether he leaves or not is not up to you."
As the guests were criticizing Whitaker Dog, Quella Radcliffe stepped forward.
She was in mourning clothes, her expression resolute. "Everyone, aren't we acting like we're running the show as guests?"
When she finished speaking, the guests hesitated.
After all, this was Julius Reed's funeral, and the one speaking was his wife.
They could attack Whitaker Dog without restraint, but attacking Quella Radcliffe was indeed not easy.
"Isn't this Miss Quella Radcliffe?" Ulysses Huntington glanced at her and casually took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. "In the past, your husband wreaked havoc at our Huntington family funeral in Kyoto. You should know about that, right?"
"So what if I know?" Itai Huntington stepped forward, glaring coldly at Ulysses Huntington. "Are you trying to make the Huntington family lose its last male heir?"
