Eleanor Sterling walked up to Tristan Keating and spoke, "Mr. Keating, you’ve done so many harmful things to Yvette Ray.
I hope you can publicly apologize and restore the honor she’s lost over these years!"
Tristan Keating pressed his thin lips tightly together; this was the first ti soone had dared to command him so boldly and wildly in his role as the Keating Family Head.
Even though the matter was a misunderstanding, Tristan Keating was still reluctant to apologize publicly on behalf of the Keating Family to Yvette Ray.
Ronan Keating stepped forward and said to Eleanor Sterling, "I will apologize."
This was the only way he could redeem himself.
At this point, Ronan Keating no longer knew what he could do to make ands for what he owed Yvette Ray.
Eleanor Sterling nodded and turned her head.
Alaric Faulkner stood behind, waiting for her.
As she turned, he made a gesture to her, signaling that she had done well.
Eleanor Sterling smiled and walked over to link arms with him, "Let’s go."
She needed to find Yvette Ray and tell her that Moira Ray didn’t die; otherwise, that foolish woman might not be able to handle it.
And so, the farce ca to an end.
All the guests dispersed in disbelief, and the lively, festive banquet hall of the Keating Family felt particularly ironic.
Ronan Keating repeatedly checked the evidence Eleanor Sterling had previously displayed on the big screen.
His heart was repeatedly torn, bleeding from the pain, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.
Yvette Ray, Moira Ray...
Crash, when no one knew exactly, it began to rain heavily outside—as if the heavens shared his sentint, mourning together for his deceased daughter.
Ronan Keating clutched his chest, wanting to find Yvette Ray.
This thought burst forth, uncontrollable.
He stood up, stumbling out.
The servants saw him open the door and rush into the rain, imdiately calling out in concern, "Young master, it’s raining outside."
But unfortunately, Ronan Keating seed not to hear.
Inside the living room, Tristan Keating and other mbers of the Keating Family sat on the couch with grave expressions.
Today’s wedding banquet events were so shocking, leaving their expressions troubled.
"The fifth child may be going to find that girl."
Tristan Keating pressed his lips together without saying anything.
He could no longer hinder Ronan, choosing to turn a blind eye.
Xavier Keating looked at Tristan Keating and said, "Father, Miss Sterling treated mother for a while before; it seed effective. The servants said her hand has shown so reflex."
Upon hearing this, Tristan Keating looked at him, sowhat surprised and delighted, "Are you serious?"
Xavier Keating nodded, "Yes, should we invite her back to continue the treatnt? It might wake mother up."
"Elder brother, you should make a trip, invite Eleanor Sterling to continue treating your mother."
With Tristan Keating’s approval, Xavier Keating imdiately agreed, "Okay, I’ll go find Eleanor Sterling and ask her to continue treating mother."
Thinking of sothing, he hesitated, "Yvette Ray is her sister; after this incident, the Keating Family might be hated by her. If she has any requests..."
Tristan Keating sighed, "If it doesn’t violate principles, then agree to her requests."
"Understood."
Upstairs, Giselle Keating listened secretly to their conversation, her eyes flickering with a sinister light.
Father and brothers want Eleanor Sterling back for treatnt?
She definitely didn’t want Eleanor Sterling to have further contact with them; otherwise, over ti, could Eleanor’s matters be exposed?
She needed to find a way to get rid of Eleanor!
Giselle Keating bit her lip, her eyes showing a gloomy color.
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