At this moment, the priest's inquiry resounded once more.
"Miss Hannah Ford, do you willingly accept Mr. Frank Chamberlain as your husband? Through smooth times or hardships, wealth or poverty, health or sickness, happiness or sorrow, will you love him unconditionally and remain loyal to him forever?"
Mr. President's resolute and unwavering vow still echoed by her ears.
Everyone awaited Hannah Ford's response, waiting for her to nod without hesitation, waiting to see her embrace Mr. President on the spot, to witness this monumental moment.
But...
When the priest finished his question, the bride stood dumbfounded in place for over ten seconds, without any response.
The love that was once brewing in Frank Chamberlain's eyes gradually turned cold.
Until he nudged Hannah Ford a few times with his elbow, still not receiving any response from her.
His typically handsome face finally darkened completely.
"Hannah Ford—" The voice, hiding a warning, sounded by her ear.
