Rosalynn's demeanor was refined, and her current generous gesture only endeared her more to the onlookers.

See, Miss Moreno was so benevolent.

She could afford to be gracious to the daughter of her enemy who had usurped her place for over two decades.

Such kindness.

Selina felt nauseated by the pretense and had no desire to engage with her.

At that moment, Kyson dashed onto the stage, draped his suit jacket over Selina, and assisted her to her feet.

"Selina, are you alright?"

Selina's heart soared, though she masked it with a strained smile.

"I'm fine."

Kyson threw a disapproving look at Rosalynn before escorting Selina away from the stage.

His glance was full of censure. Was he blaming her for Selina's embarrassment?

That little rascal!

Rosalynn bit back a retort.

In a secluded part of the banquet hall, Kyson held Selina's arm, expressing his concern, “Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

Selina massaged her temples and managed a strained smile.

"I'm okay, just a bit lightheaded.”

“Take a seat, then."

Kyson assisted Selina to a chair and remained silent for a while, saying, "My sister was too harsh earlier."

Selina blinked and smiled.

"Kyson, don't be upset with your sister.