The waiter turned to Raegan and asked with reason, "Hello, may I know your room number?"

After Raegan provided her room number, the waiter's attitude shifted to one of respect. “I apologize for the misunderstanding. You're welcome to return to your room and rest."

The assistant stood in their way. “Why should they leave? I haven't checked her phone yet."

The waiter intervened. “This lady is our guest, and she's allowed to use her phone. You have no evidence she took any photos of the bride.”

Raegan appreciated the waiter's fairness but wanted to resolve the situation. She challenged the assistant, "If you find no pictures on my phone, what will you do then? How will you answer for your mistake?"

The assistant faltered for a moment before responding sharply, “If there are no pictures, that's for the best. Why not show me your phone to confirm?"

Raegan could barely suppress a laugh. Katie's assistant was as unreasonable as she was, assuming the world should cater to his demands.

"I'm not interested in entertaining your baseless accusations,"

Raegan retorted. “If you believe I've taken photos, present your proof. The burden of proof is on you, not me. I won't waste my time satisfying your demands."

Raegan's firm response silenced the assistant more effectively than any threat of physical intervention from Judd, who, despite his protective stance, would never strike unless absolutely necessary.

With the matter closed, Raegan returned to her room and stayed in for the evening, opting to have her dinner delivered.

While dining, Raegan turned on the TV to the financial news, only to see coverage of Mitchel's grand wedding. She had forgotten that the local channels in Ardlens would be focused on broadcasting his extravagant event.

The screen displayed the opulent noon banquet, with guests milling around a venue lavishly adorned with flowers, highlighting the considerable expense incurred for the wedding.

Mitchel, the groom dapper in a sharp suit, and the beautiful bride, Katie, walked hand-in-hand toward the podium at the entrance.

Seeing this, Raegan felt an urge to look away. She wasn't one to torment herself and, being pregnant, she could do without the emotional strain.

It marked a significant step for her to detach from Mitchel's actions.

The further she was, the less she felt.

Just as Raegan reached to turn off the TV, the background noise abruptly stopped.

Dressed in a pristine white suit, the polished yet duplicitous Henley clapped slowly as he stepped onto the stage.

“What a wonderful day today," Henley announced, his smile betraying insincerity as he addressed the newlyweds. "On behalf of the Dixon family, congratulations, Mitchel."