With the support of his two sons, Zane struggled to his feet. Years of neglecting exercise and an aging body made the fall particularly rough—his joints ached, and every movement felt stiff. But right now, that was the least of his concerns. His glare was sharp as he stared at the group gathered around Arthur, his teeth clenched in frustration. “Arthur! You claim I attacked you—should I call an ambulance for you to get checked out?” he spat, his tone laced with mockery. As Zane spoke, Arthur clutched his stomach, feigning difficulty as he gradually stood up. Ashley immediately stepped forward, her face full of concern. “Are you still in pain?” she asked, her voice soft with worry. “If you’re injured, just say the word—I’ll make sure he pays for it!” Spencer said, instantly taking on the role of a fierce and protective guardian. “My poor child,” Nancy added dramatically, pressing a hand to her face as her voice wavered with sorrow. “Not only was he falsely accused, but now he’s been attacked too!” Jackson stood there, speechless. Should I just pretend I didn’t witness any of this? The Yarbrough family members watched in disbelief, their eyes wide. Are they serious? How are they this good at acting? Arthur took a deep breath and shook his head. “I’m fine,” he said firmly. “Today is our engagement—I’m not going to the hospital.” With a single sentence, he not only emphasized his own suffering but also shut down Zane’s argument. Zane felt his blood pressure spike—he was on the verge of losing it. But what could he say now? Everyone had seen him grab Arthur’s wrist earlier. And standing directly across from Arthur had been Jackson. The venue was an open-air space—there were no cameras to capture what really happened. No matter what Zane said, Arthur always had a comeback ready. Arthur pretended to steady his breathing before turning to Jackson. “Apologies for the commotion,” he said calmly. “Please go ahead and authenticate my outfit.”The moment Arthur mentioned the outfit, the crowd immediately tensed. The earlier incident was too ambiguous to determine—no one could be sure what was real or who was actually telling the truth. But one thing Zane had pointed out was valid. The rings—perhaps Arthur had used his connections to acquire them. That was possible. But this outfit… a matching set for both a man and a woman? That wasn’t something that could be easily bought, no matter how much money someone had. The crowd’s anticipation grew, their emotions a mix of uncertainty and curiosity. No one could predict the outcome. All eyes were on Mr. Jackson, waiting for his verdict. But to everyone’s surprise, Jackson simply cleared his throat and gave Arthur’s outfit a quick glance before speaking. “This outfit is exquisitely crafted—I noticed it the moment I arrived.” Then, gesturing toward the mugwort embroidery on Arthur’s sleeve, he continued, “And this mugwort stitching… The level of precision is unmatched. Besides Ivan, who else could possibly embroider something like this?” The moment the words left his mouth— The entire venue erupted. Jackson’s words couldn’t have been clearer. Most of the crowd had never seen Mr. Ivan’s signature mugwort embroidery in person, but Jackson had. He had authenticated pieces before—he knew the real thing when he saw it. And yet—Arthur’s outfit was real. How could this be possible?Arthur had actually managed to get his hands on a custom outfit from Mr. Ivan? Zane staggered, nearly collapsing again. This time, Stephen and Maris had anticipated it and quickly grabbed him before he hit the ground. Zane opened his mouth, his lips trembling, but no words came out. How… how is this happening?How could Arthur possibly own an outfit from Mr. Ivan? I went to beg Ivan personally, and I couldn’t even get a meeting with him!Panic set in as Stephen and Maris desperately searched for a way to salvage the situation. Maris’ eyes suddenly flicked to Ashley. His mind raced before he blurted out, “Then what about her wedding dress? That has to be fake!” His logic was simple. Getting one piece from Ivan might have been a stroke of luck. But two? A matching set? That was beyond belief. The moment he said it, silence fell over the room. Jackson shot him an exasperated look. “Are you blind? The two outfits are clearly a matching set—both have the same mugwort emblem. Who else but Ivan could have made them?” Arthur and Ashley were already a striking couple, but now, dressed in Ivan’s personally crafted designs, they looked even more like a pair destined for each other. Standing side by side, they were the very definition of a perfect match—elegant, harmonious, and effortlessly captivating. Hearing Jackson’s confirmation, the Yarbrough family was utterly crushed. Maris muttered in disbelief, “How is this possible? What did Arthur do to deserve this?” Jackson rolled his eyes at him again, unable to hold back his irritation. Then, as if to put an end to the nonsense, he suddenly turned and pointed toward a corner of the venue. Jackson scoffed. “Arthur even had Ivan personally show up—he was the one greeting and welcoming guests earlier. Why would getting two outfits be impossible?” “W-what?” The moment those words left his mouth, the entire venue fell into stunned silence. Everyone—except for Arthur—was completely dumbfounded. Ivan… actually came here? What does he mean? The person who was greeting and welcoming the guests? Is Mr. Jackson serious right now? What is Mr. Jackson even talking about? Is Ivan showing up for this? That has to be a joke! No one would even dare to joke about something that outrageous.Meeting Ivan alone was already nearly impossible. The only time he had ever appeared in the media, his full face hadn’t even been shown. The crowd frantically searched their memories, trying to figure out if they had missed something important.