Sorry My Step-Uncle, I'm Not Your Backup Plan novel Chapter 97

In the video, Grace could be seen looking around anxiously, as if searching for someone.

The moment Gabriella appeared, Grace quickly snatched a glass of red wine from a passing server and hurried directly toward Gabriella.

As she approached Gabriella, Grace's pace increased, culminating in a deliberate collision.

The wine glass left her hand, its contents spilling onto Gabriella's gown—the rest, everyone had witnessed firsthand.

From the security footage, the truth was undeniable.

Grace had deliberately bumped into Gabriella.

Murmurs of surprise rippled through the audience as the whispered discussions resumed.

Several guests had been recording the screening with their mobile phones.

This security footage would undoubtedly appear on social media within hours.

High society drama involving wealthy heiresses always attracted more attention than any television programme.

Whether for clicks, views, or simple entertainment, this video was destined to go viral.

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After leaving the screening room, Asher phoned Lady Blackwood.

Neither she nor Grace had come to view the footage.

Now that the truth was evident, they needed to apologise to Gabriella.

The call was answered by Mrs. Hughes, the housekeeper responsible for Lady Blackwood's care.

"Master Asher, I'm afraid Lady Blackwood has had another episode with her heart. We're on our way to hospital right now."

"Oh, how terribly convenient," Asher replied, his skepticism evident.

Mrs. Hughes glanced discreetly at Lady Blackwood seated nearby.

The elderly woman exchanged a meaningful look with her.

Mrs. Hughes maintained a steady tone as she lied: "I'm afraid so, sir. After your disagreement earlier, Lady Blackwood became rather upset, which triggered her condition. As you know, she's terribly sensitive to any sort of upset."

Asher remained silent for a moment.

"Put Grace on, would you?"

The phone was on speaker, and upon hearing this, Grace frantically shook her head at Mrs. Hughes.

"Miss Bennett isn't with us in the car, sir. I'm afraid I haven't the foggiest where she might be."

"How remarkably convenient," Asher responded with cold derision. "If they won't talk to me now, they can jolly well apologise to Gabriella in person at her home."

Gabriella had gone upstairs to change her clothes.

Asher was alone in the garden making his call.

As he finished and walked back toward the banquet hall, he encountered Randolph.

Having concluded his business discussions, Randolph had been briefed by the estate manager about the incident in the banquet hall.

He had sought out Lady Blackwood for an explanation, only to be informed that she and Grace had already departed.

Now he was looking for Asher.

Randolph's expression was thunderous. "Asher, what on earth happened in the banquet hall? Why are your grandmother and sister treating Gabriella so poorly?"

Asher adopted a conciGabbytory tone. "Uncle Randolph, I'm terribly sorry about all this. Please allow me to offer my apologies on their behalf."

Randolph scoffed. "You're not the one who should be apologising. I've been fully briefed on the situation. You consistently defended Gabriella—it was your grandmother and sister who behaved appallingly. They're the ones who should apologise! And not to me, but to Gabriella herself."

"I couldn't agree more. I'll ensure they personally come to make amends."

"That's more like it," Randolph's expression softened slightly, though his tone remained severe. "My daughter is the pride of the Rodriguez family. I won't have her mistreated by anyone—not even members of the Blackwood family!"

"You're absolutely right, sir," Asher responded with his customary respectful manner toward Randolph.

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