James Armstrong walked in hurriedly, his expression not looking good, as if something urgent had happened.
Alitzel Williams asked calmly, "Chairman Armstrong, you're not here to plead for Lily Armstrong, are you?"
James furrowed his brows tightly and shook his head, indicating, "It is indeed about my disappointing daughter, but I'm not here to plead."
Hope Williams' gaze calmly rested on James's face, and she lifted her chin slightly, speaking softly, "Chairman Armstrong, please have a seat."
James sat down beside her, appearing somewhat anxious, his lips moved subtly, as if he had something to say but found it hard to speak out.
Hope noticed this detail clearly and said, "Go ahead and speak your mind."
Hesitating for a moment, James spoke, "Young Madam Lewis, then I'll be direct. Don't you think you've gone too far?"
As soon as James said this, Alitzel couldn't hold back, slamming the cup in her hand onto the coffee table with a crisp sound.
