"No wonder you were so arrogant when you were snatching clothes from me at the clothing store. Your backer turned out to be my big brother. After all, you're spending all our House of Morris money." Paula was the first to attack.

When it came to the incident of snatching clothes at the ready-to-wear store, Henry didn't react at first and then remembered that Bailey had mentioned it to him before.

It turned out that the woman was Paula.

Just as Bailey was about to speak, Henry burst out first.

He said slowly to his sister, "She's spending my money, not House of Morris. The woman I like, I'm willing to spend money on her, you don't have to worry about it."

Henry defended Bailey, and Paula was called an outsider by her brother.

With her hands resting on the table and her upper body leaning forward, Paula said with all her might, "Brother, don't be fooled by this fox spirit. She's pretending to be quiet and elegant now, but she's actually a scoundrel and she's even hitting people."

As she said this, Paula couldn't help shuddering. The pain and fear of being beaten at that time now took over her heart.

Keith, who was present at the time, knew the origin and course of events best. Now, seeing Paula bullying Bailey like this, he couldn't stand it anymore. He tugging at the corner of Paula's dress and was about to speak.

Paula shook off his hand and said viciously, "Shut your mouth. There's no place for you to speak here."

"Did you even hit my sister?" Henry raised his eyebrows and turned to ask Bailey.

"Yeah." Bailey was bold and daring, and now she has no regrets. It was Paula who provoked at the time, not her being unreasonable.

"You're doing it wrong."Henry said.

When Paula saw this, she thought her brother was starting to look at her and join her in scolding Bailey. So she pointed at Bailey and said, "How dare you sit here? Get out of my house right now."

Bailey glanced at Paula and got up from his seat.

Henry reached out and held her down.

"Don't misunderstand me." He said.

"A person like you, don't hit someone easily. If you do, hit them hard, to the point of death, and you can get immediate results. If, as you see now, the person being hit still has the strength to fight back against you and the reason to hate you, and your action has no effect at all, that's not right."

Henry finished his words, and Paula's face turned pale at this moment, and she realized that her brother had been unwavering in supporting Bailey from beginning to end.

"You misunderstood me, too." Bailey, with a smile on her lips, turned her head and explained to Henry: "I stood up not to leave, but to go over and slap Paula in the face."

When Henry heard this, he couldn't help laughing. Well, he found another common point between the two of them, being ruthless.

Paula was now so furious that she couldn't utter a word, and with no place to vent her anger, she grabbed the plate and cup placed in front of her and threw them on the ground.

When she gets angry, she just likes to smash things.

It's just a pity that this time she chose the wrong object, and the plates and cups broke into countless pieces after hitting the ground.

"Oh dear." Paula let out a scream.

Keith looked down and found that the debris had scratched the top of Paula's foot, oozing streaks of crimson blood.

Paula was still thinking of picking up plates and cups to smash them, but Keith stood in her way: "Forget it, Paula. Your foot injury is serious. Let's bandage it first."

"Keith, I feel so wronged." Paula had tears in her eyes.

Keith pulled Paula into his arms and whispered in her ear, "Stop messing around. I have a way to deal with Henry and Bailey."

"Really, you're not lying to me?" Paula's eyes lit up. How could she not have expected Keith to be so shrewd?

"SHH, keep your voice down." Keith reminded her not to get too excited.

Paula finally gave in for a moment, feebly leaning her head on Keith's shoulder and limping to bandage the wound with his help.

Keith turned his head secretly, glanced at Bailey and Henry, and just caught a glimpse of them chatting and laughing, his heart aching.

He wouldn't be as rash as Paula and rush up to fight like a scum. He's going to deal with Henry in his own way, covert but lethal.

If Henry falls, Bailey will be able to return to his side. Keith has that confidence.

When Bailey first entered House of Morris, he was nervous and felt that seeing a bunch of strangers would make his heart race and he couldn't even speak a complete sentence.

To my surprise, I first saw Keith and Paula. Not only did they know each other, but they were also old enemies. They had a fight as soon as they met. It's like an athlete getting used to the unfamiliar arena after warming up.

Bailey now feels much more comfortable than at the beginning.

The House of Morris servants, accustomed to cleaning the battlefield for Paula, cleared the debris on the floor and put on a brand new set of tableware.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Bailey, led by a servant, went out.

The bathroom was at the end of the living room corridor. When Bailey went in, he found a woman standing inside. The woman was very slender, with a thin, narrow face that was not much wider than an average person's palm. She was dressed in a pretty dress and standing in front of the mirror in the sink, whispering to herself: "Just behave yourself normally, don't be nervous, don't be flustered, and you will surely make a good impression on him."

Bailey pushed the door open and the two of them looked at each other awkwardly.

"Sorry, I need to use the restroom." Bailey said.

The woman walked out in panic and shame as if she were a thief caught on the spot, and it was then that Bailey noticed her foot was limping a little.

"I seem to have seen you." The woman suddenly stopped, looked back at Bailey, and said hesitantly.

"Yes?" Bailey was certain that he had never seen the face.

"Maybe I mistook someone." The woman smiled apologetically, turned back, and limped towards the living room.

It turns out she's also at the House of Morris banquet. I don't know what Henry's relative is.

When Bailey returned to the living room, she found that the House of Morris room, which had been empty just now, was now filled with people.

At the main seat of the banquet, Harold had a serious look on his face, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

At Harold's hand was the smiling Lynn, who was chatting enthusiastically with a middle-aged woman sitting beside him, with a full waist, round face and double chin.

Beside the middle-aged woman was a man described as small and thin, dressed in a black gown. Looking further away was the lame young woman whom Bailey had just met in the restroom.

From time to time, the young woman raised her eyelids, peeping excitedly and nervously at Henry sitting opposite her.

Bailey was taken aback. Who on earth was this woman?