Chapter 5

Several people friendly with the Gibbs family were already frowning, pointing at Isaac.

"Clearly has no upbringing, charging around recklessly at this kind of occasion."

"Where's the parent? The child caused trouble—the parent should at least come out and explain."

Isaac's little face slowly turned red as he loudly protested: "I didn't! I didn't bump into her! I didn't take her ring either!"

But his childish voice seemed pale and helpless amid the noisy discussions.

I pounded on the door, my palms aching, but the door didn't budge.

Just then, police and on-site security arrived.

The evidence was ironclad, witnessed by all.

The police crouched down and asked: "Little friend, where are your mom and dad? Who told you to steal?"

That question was like a needle, puncturing Isaac's forced composure.

He blinked, moisture gathering on his lashes, but he quickly held it back forcefully.

"I don't know."

Gina nestled against Cameron, who had rushed over after hearing the news, crying piteously.

"Mom, that ring... was Bridges' token to me."

"This is Lewis's son from outside. We kindly let them come to the wedding, and we didn't expect him to have such sticky fingers."

The murmurs around grew louder.

"Oh, it's her, that fake..."

"No wonder he steals!"

Isaac bit his lip hard, not letting his tears fall.

Just then, a low commotion came from the banquet hall entrance. The crowd automatically parted to make way.

Bridges, wearing a perfectly tailored black suit, walked in expressionlessly.

Gina wiped her tears, her tone becoming businesslike.

"Officer, there's one more thing."

She pulled out her phone from her handbag, brought up several photos, and handed it to the police.

"These are paintings Lewis made. The content... it's all photos she secretly took of my husband, then painted as nude portraits."

She paused, her face slightly flushed, as if too embarrassed to continue.

"My husband is Bridges, heir to Bridges Group. These paintings seriously violate his right to his image, and the content of the paintings is very... indecent."

The police took the phone, frowning.

"Where are these paintings now?"

"They were with me originally. Lewis came to the wedding today wanting to get the paintings back. But I think this kind of behavior shouldn't be tolerated. So I want to pursue her legal responsibility."

She turned to look at Bridges, her voice softening.

"Bridges, don't you think so?"

Bridges looked up, walked to the police, and scooped up Isaac.

"I'm the child's father."

"Those photos were also taken when I was scantily dressed, trying to seduce her, begging her to paint them."