Ivy's father, Wilton, nodded.

“Youth can lead to impulsiveness, especially after a few drinks."

Barnes gave a wry smile and looked at his wife.

Her brow furrowed, and she remained silent.

Rosalynn overheard this and pursed her lips.

She held a less-than-favorable opinion of Ivy and naturally opposed the idea of Lyndon marrying her.

But with Barnes's statement, did Lyndon have any choice but Ivy?

Meanwhile, Selina, trailing a bit behind, had a slight smirk on her lips as she followed the crowd upstairs.

"Selina."

Kyson seized her gently and furrowed his brow, inquiring, “What's happening? Didn't I send Lyndon to find you? How did this happen..."

Selina adopted an innocent look.

“I'm puzzled, too. I waited in my room for quite a while, but Lyndon never showed up. So he was with Ivy? But it's understandable. Being young and brimming with energy, it's natural for him to long for the company of someone he's fond of."

Was that the truth?

Kyson's brow creased, sensing something was amiss.

On the third floor, most doors of the lounges were open except for the one at the very end, which remained shut.

Brea, Lyndon's mother, approached and knocked her knuckles on the door.

“Lyndon, are you inside?”

After a brief pause, a gentle female voice from within replied, "Just give me a moment."

The crowd waited patiently, and eventually, the door swung open.

Ivy appeared in the doorway, wearing a man's suit and looking bashful.