Mr. Campbell's pupils suddenly shrank, and his chest felt like it had been hit hard, his heartbeat accelerating suddenly.
He stared intently at the man's figure, his lips trembling slightly, his fingers tightly gripping the armrest.
Rhiannon Campbell's face turned even paler, almost unable to stand steadily.
She instinctively took half a step back, her fingertips icy cold, and her palms constantly secreting fine cold sweat—
How could it be...
Why appear at this exact moment?
Tristan continued to hold Vivian's hand, ignoring the uncertain and suspicious glances around, and walked straight to the center of the main stage.
He raised the corner of his mouth in a gentle yet meaningful smile, slightly bowing to Mr. Campbell: "Grandpa Campbell, I brought my girlfriend to celebrate your birthday."
The room fell silent.
Then, Vivian stepped forward half a step, a subtle yet sincere smile appearing on her face.
