The sound of footsteps wasn't the same as what was heard in the corridor.
Not only were they orderly, but also rhythmic.
Everyone present knew right away that this meant a troop had appeared.
Sure enough.
From behind the bushes, a group of well-equipped armed police officers jogged out.
Then, under the command of an officer.
The armed police completed their encirclement of the scene.
Whether it was the people and vehicles brought by Aurelius Hughes or those from Cullen Houseman's side, they were all encompassed.
Just when both sides hadn't reacted yet.
The encirclement opened a gap.
A striking woman pushed a wheelchair slowly over.
Everyone was stunned.
It was Yara Hughes pushing the wheelchair.
And sitting in the wheelchair, barely alive with an oxygen tube in his nose, was the legendary bedridden Miles Hughes.
It's been a year since the wedding banquet.
Haven't seen him in a year.
Unbelievably, in just one year.
The grand old man had wasted away to this extent.
