His easygoing tone instantly lightened the mood. Spencer let out a chuckle, quickly wiping the corners of his eyes. "You’re a good kid. No matter what, I owe you for saving my wife." At the doorway, Zane and the others stood there, completely dumbfounded. Wait a minute... Weren’t we here to get Spencer to take our side? Why is he suddenly acting like Arthur is his hero? This is not how things were supposed to go! Growing impatient, Zane cut in. "Spencer, listen, I understand that Mr. Gray saved your wife, but that’s separate from the fact that he beat up my son. We can’t just ignore that!" Before he could go any further, Ashley stepped in front of Arthur without hesitation, her expression sharp and unyielding. "Mr. Zane, you keep bringing up the fact that Arthur hurt Maris. But why don’t you tell everyone why Arthur had to do it?" Zane hesitated for a split second before snapping back, "No matter what, he had no right to use violence. And to injure Maris so badly? He’s my son!" He put extra weight on those last words, making it clear that he was using his status to force their hand. Whether they liked it or not, they had to give him an answer today. With the commanding presence he had built in politics, Zane was confident that Spencer wouldn’t risk crossing him over someone like Arthur. But Ashley wasn’t backing down. She met his glare head-on. "Oh, so Arthur wasn’t allowed to defend himself? Were we just supposed to stand there and let your son beat us up?" The moment Spencer heard the words beat us up, his entire demeanor changed. His eyes locked onto Ashley, his frown deepening. "Ashley, tell me exactly what happened. Who put their hands on you?" Now it was Spencer who was exerting his authority. Compared to Zane, Spencer—who had spent even more years in government—had a stronger presence. Even though he was going through a difficult time, he had no intention of backing down. Zane looked at Spencer in disbelief. Men like them, who had spent years in politics, always knew how to weigh the risks. Yet Spencer was actually willing to offend him over Arthur? No way. Zane refused to believe he could be that reckless. He pushed further. "From what I know, my son didn’t actually hurt either of you. Look at yourselves—you’re both perfectly fine. But Maris? His hand was shattered by that Gray kid!" Spencer’s face remained serious, but he didn’t speak right away. Instead, he turned to Ashley. "Ashley, I want to hear everything. Tell me exactly what happened." Ashley immediately knew—she had made the right call. Since childhood, if she or her mother had ever been wronged, Spencer had always stood up for them, no matter what it took. He had made plenty of enemies because of it, which was why, when he was framed, hardly anyone was willing to step in and help. But that was also why she had dared to speak up for Arthur just now. With zero hesitation, she told the full story, word for word. She made sure to highlight the part where Maris had arrogantly said that the Gibson family wasn’t just struggling but had completely fallen. She didn’t hold back. She repeated that exact sentence for everyone in the room to hear. Then, to cut off any argument before it started, Ashley added, "If you don’t believe me, Mr. Zane, the banquet hall has security cameras, and the police station has a full record of the incident. Feel free to check." Spencer’s expression hardened as he turned to Zane, his eyes sharp with fury. Zane’s face was ashen. Maris hadn’t told him the full story before. He had no idea his son had actually said something that reckless in public. Spencer was done playing nice. "Zane, if this is how the Yarbrough family views the Gibson family, then there’s nothing left to say. From now on, we have no reason to associate with each other." "And as for Maris…" Spencer’s gaze shifted to him, lingering on his arm, now immobilized in a cast. Oddly enough, it brought him a sense of satisfaction. "He got exactly what he deserved."His words were firm, but as he spoke, he cast a glance of approval at Arthur. Then, without a hint of hesitation, he gave the order. "Someone, escort them out!" Zane’s face was as dark as a thundercloud. His expression was cold and menacing as he locked onto Spencer with an unrelenting stare. Through clenched teeth, he spat, "Spencer, you’re seriously choosing to make an enemy of me over some kid who barely even knows his place?" Spencer didn’t flinch. His stance remained firm, his voice sharp and unwavering. "Show them out." Zane let out a short, bitter laugh. "Ha… hahaha!" "Alright. Fine. Spencer, I won’t forget this!" With a cold snort, he turned and stormed out, Stephen and Maris following close behind, their faces just as dark. The moment they were gone, Spencer wasted no time. He turned to Arthur, grabbed his arm, and personally led him toward the living room.