"Lyndon, what do you mean? You were the one who was drunk, saying you liked me and pressing for intimacy. I'm aware it's improper before marriage, but for you, I was prepared to concede," Ivy protested, still feigning innocence.

Lyndon's sneer was evident as he said, “I like you? That's ridiculous!

Miss Larson, surely if your memory serves you well, you'll recall my recent rejection.”

Ivy felt a lump in her throat and tugged at her mother's sleeve, seeking her parents' intervention.

Renata's eyes sparkled with understanding.

She squeezed her daughter's hand in silent reassurance before confronting Lyndon.

“What's this about, Lyndon? You were just seen embracing and kissing my daughter. Had we not arrived when we did, who knows what might have occurred? My daughter is from a respectable family. You ought to take responsibility for your actions. Have you no sense of decency?

What sort of values does the Fernandez family uphold?"

Rendered speechless by Renata's eloquence, the Fernandez couple could only listen as she continued her indictment.

"Rest assured, Mrs. Larson, I've made it clear my son will answer for this," Barnes declared, glaring at Lyndon.

"Lyndon, what is this disgraceful behavior? To tarnish a young woman's good name and not stand by her. Does this make you a man?"

Lyndon's gaze upon Ivy was icy.

Meanwhile, Rosalynn shifted uncomfortably, clearly wanting to interject, but Brian's firm hold restrained her.

"Honey, let's not involve ourselves in their family issues," Brian whispered, gripping her waist even tighter.

Kyson watched, his unease growing.

"Selina, it seems Lyndon has no affection for Miss Larson," he remarked, feeling something off.

“Perhaps Lyndon's overindulgence in drink has led to a case of mistaken identity," Selina murmured back, her eyes fixed on the unfolding drama.

Kyson's anxiety deepened.

A case of mistaken identity?

And if he hadn't asked Lyndon to come up, might this whole scene have been avoided?