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Emily fixed him with a steely glare, her voice sharp and unyielding. “Ethan’s here too.” 

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She invoked Ethan’s name like a shield, hoping it would jolt Tyrone into obedience. 

With so many people around, a real fight would leave them at a severe disadvantage. 

The group clashing with Tyrone eyed Emily with puzzled expressions. Seeing that Tyrone ignored her completely, their looks shifted to smug disdain, laced with mocking challenge. 

Emily brushed them off, her attention flicking briefly to the girl sobbing quietly in the corner. 

From the snippets of their argument, she pieced together that Tyrone had started the trouble. To defuse the situation and avoid escalation, she stepped forward boldly, picking up a bottle of beer. “Gentlemen, I’m Tyrone’s sister. He’s young and impulsive, and he’s done wrong by this young lady. I apologize on his behalf. This beer is my sincerity.” 

With that, she tilted her head back, ready to down it in one go. But Tyrone sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I don’t take orders from you. I only listen to Nancy.” 

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Emily’s hand froze mid–air around the bottle. A bitter smile tugged at her lips, but she pressed on, chugging the entire beer until not a drop remained. 

Tyrone showed no gratitude; his words were laced with venom. “Who are you performing for? Like anyone cares about your little act.” 

Emily let his barbs slide off her like water on glass. She turned back to the men, her tone steady and conciliatory. “I’ll cover all the tabs tonight. Let me just take him out of here now.” 

The men, impressed by her downing the beer without flinching, softened their stance. 

Her earnest demeanor and polite words won them over; they decided to let it go without further fuss. 

They were about to exchange some courteous remarks when Tyrone exploded again. “Emily, who the hell asked you to butt in? You really think you’re something special?” 

Emily met his gaze calmly, her voice even. “Ethan’s waiting right outside for you.” 

Tyrone bellowed in rage. “I’m not going anywhere with you!” 

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tonight.” 

They murmured a few polite farewells and filed out. 

Now alone in the booth with Tyrone, his fury boiled over. He swept his arm across the table, sending bottles and cans clattering to the floor in a chaotic cascade. Emily furrowed her brow, biting back her own rising temper. 

Tyrone roared at her, his face contorted with anger. “Emily, get this straight–you’re nothing! What gives you the right to boss me around? You’re just a tool in our family, not even worth a nanny! If anyone’s gonna handle me, it’s Nancy. Now get the hell out!” 

Emily’s lips curved into a wry smile at his outburst. She closed the distance between them in a few strides and, without a word, slapped him hard across the face. 

“Tyrone, listen up! I’ve given plenty to the Wilson family— more than you know. You don’t have to thank me, but you’d better watch your mouth! If I wasn’t worried you’d end out here tonight, I wouldn’t bother with you at all!” 

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With that, she spun on her heel to leave. But Tyrone, seething with humiliation, grabbed her wrist. “You dare hit me? I’ll teach you a lesson right now!” 

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He raised his hand to strike back. Emily squeezed her eyes 

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shut, bracing for the blow, but seconds ticked by with only a rush of air brushing her cheek. 

When she opened her eyes, Ethan was there, his grip ironclad on Tyrone’s wrist. 

Tyrone’s eyes widened at the sight of his brother. “Ethan, deal with this bitch! She slapped me! Mom and Dad never laid a hand on me–how dare she? Ethan, beat her senseless!” 

Emily’s heart sank; she was sure Ethan would turn on her now. 

But she refused to just stand there like a victim. As she backed away, she overheard Ethan’s low, firm rebuke to Tyrone. “She’s my wife. She has every right to discipline you. Whatever reason she had for that slap, you suck it up!” 

Tyrone stared in shock. “Ethan, I’m your blood brother! How can you side with an outsider?” 

Not just Tyrone–Emily was stunned too, her mind reeling. 

But clarity hit her swiftly. In her view, Ethan’s defense wasn’t born of true loyalty to her role as his wife. It was pragmatic- they were staying overnight at Wilson Manor. 

If Matthew spotted any bruises on her, questions would fly, and blame would circle back to them all. 475 

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That explanation clicked into place, making perfect sense. 

Ignoring Tyrone’s simmering rage, Ethan commanded in a deep, unyielding tone, “We’re going home.” 

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Tyrone didn’t dare argue, swallowing his fury like a bitter pill. 

The three of them left the bar in tense silence. Emily took the passenger seat, Tyrone slumped in the back, and Ethan slid behind the wheel. 

No one uttered a word; the car’s interior felt like a pressure cooker, thick with unspoken resentment. 

Tyrone fumed silently, his glare boring into the back of Emily’s head as if he could drill holes through her skull. 

Though Emily had rationalized Ethan’s words, she couldn’t help replaying them in her mind. 

She couldn’t tell how much of that was genuine. 

But deep down, she knew their bond held no real affection, just 

a fragile facade crumbling at the edges. 

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