A middle-aged man in a sharp suit, exuding authority, stepped forward as his loud voice reverberated through the hall.
Those who recognized him immediately greeted him with eager smiles.
"Mr. Pritt, hello!"
"Mr. Pritt, you're here!"
"Grandma, this is Mr. Pritt! We're so honored to have him here today!"
Molly shrieked, "Luther is friends with Mr. Pritt! Dylan, you i***t, you're done for!"
Eileen shouted from the sidelines, "Dylan, keep up that smug attitude! Don't back down now! If you do, you're no better than the dog I raised!"
Helen and Megan exchanged uneasy glances. They had been stirring things up to get everyone to turn against Dylan, hoping to gain sympathy from their grandmother and force Dylan to agree to a remarriage.
But things had gotten out of control. Now, even their
