My Wedding Dress Triggered the Fall of a Giant - Chapter 27: Chapter 27
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Camille's POV
Truman’s voice was calm, but it sliced through the lobby like a blade as he asked, “Or has my family fallen so far that even my wife can be bullied like this?”
Though he didn’t raise his voice, the entire room fell into a stunned silence. It was as if the air froze on the spot. The tension dropped like a stone, icy and suffocating.
Yet somehow, my chest burned with heat. My eyes stung, and when I opened my mouth, my voice came out choked. “I never let you reveal my identity because I didn’t want special treatment. I just wanted to live as an ordinary person.”
Truman let out a quiet sigh and gently wiped away the tears on my face with the pad of his thumb. “I was too harsh. Don’t cry.”
But the tears wouldn’t stop. So he just kept softly comforting me while wiping them away.
At that moment, murmurs started rippling through the crowd.
People exchanged glances, and soon their anger turned toward the hotel.
“What kind of five-star service is this? The staff are completely unprofessional!”
“Just because Mrs. Smith was dressed plainly, they assumed she was a beggar?”
“She clearly said she was just looking for her kid’s seashells! And you tried to throw her out?”
Cold sweat began to bead on the hotel manager’s forehead. He stepped forward nervously and tried to explain. “M-Mr. Smith, it’s all a misunderstanding! We thought this lady was—”
“What? A thief?” Truman narrowed his eyes dangerously. “You publicly posted a photo of my wife with a caption accusing her of theft. You even named her. Her phone wallpaper has our family photo, clear as day. Are you all blind?”
The hotel manager lowered his head, drenched in sweat. “We thought… maybe the picture was edited. After all, none of us had ever seen Mrs. Smith before…”
Suddenly, Truman kicked over a nearby trash can with such force that the loud bang made everyone jump.
“Wrong is wrong,” his voice was cold as ice. “I don’t want to hear excuses. Apologize to my wife. Right now.”
His gaze swept the entire room as a sharp, mocking smile appeared on his lips. “Otherwise, starting today, our employee or company partner will never set foot in this hotel again.”
Everyone instantly understood the weight of those words.
In the business circles of this city and Sydney, no one was foolish enough to offend the Smith family over a hotel.
Surrounded by judgmental glares from guests, the hotel manager and the server finally realized how much trouble they were in. As such, they both bowed deeply to us.
“Mr. and Mrs. Smith, we truly didn’t recognize you. Please accept our sincerest apologies!”
“We’ll waive the charges for tonight’s stay. Does that sound acceptable?”
The smug server from earlier now trembled, casting a desperate glance in my direction, his eyes full of pleading.
But I only stared him down coldly. “Save those words for the police. If I hadn’t been Mrs. Smith and was just a regular person, I’d probably already be at the police station right now. If so, there wouldn’t be any apology and just humiliation.”
Suddenly, police sirens grew louder outside.
The server collapsed to his knees in panic and pointed at Wendy, shouting, “It was her! She told me she saw Mrs. Smith stealing the phone! I was misled by her!”
Wendy’s face went pale in an instant. “That’s not true! I was with Kemp the whole time. When would I have spoken to a server?”
“Oh really?” the server shot back. “Then let’s check the security footage!”
Wendy instinctively stepped back but forced herself to remain composed. “I’m a lawyer. You’re accusing me of something serious. Do you understand the legal consequences?”
The server couldn’t say another word. As the police entered the hotel, he panicked and kowtowed repeatedly toward Truman.
“Mr. Smith, you have to believe me, it really was her. She wanted to frame your wife, not me.”
Just then, a voice suddenly spoke up from the crowd.
“I can testify.”
Truman’s voice was calm, but it sliced through the lobby like a blade as he asked, “Or has my family fallen so far that even my wife can be bullied like this?”
Though he didn’t raise his voice, the entire room fell into a stunned silence. It was as if the air froze on the spot. The tension dropped like a stone, icy and suffocating.
Yet somehow, my chest burned with heat. My eyes stung, and when I opened my mouth, my voice came out choked. “I never let you reveal my identity because I didn’t want special treatment. I just wanted to live as an ordinary person.”
Truman let out a quiet sigh and gently wiped away the tears on my face with the pad of his thumb. “I was too harsh. Don’t cry.”
But the tears wouldn’t stop. So he just kept softly comforting me while wiping them away.
At that moment, murmurs started rippling through the crowd.
People exchanged glances, and soon their anger turned toward the hotel.
“What kind of five-star service is this? The staff are completely unprofessional!”
“Just because Mrs. Smith was dressed plainly, they assumed she was a beggar?”
“She clearly said she was just looking for her kid’s seashells! And you tried to throw her out?”
Cold sweat began to bead on the hotel manager’s forehead. He stepped forward nervously and tried to explain. “M-Mr. Smith, it’s all a misunderstanding! We thought this lady was—”
“What? A thief?” Truman narrowed his eyes dangerously. “You publicly posted a photo of my wife with a caption accusing her of theft. You even named her. Her phone wallpaper has our family photo, clear as day. Are you all blind?”
The hotel manager lowered his head, drenched in sweat. “We thought… maybe the picture was edited. After all, none of us had ever seen Mrs. Smith before…”
Suddenly, Truman kicked over a nearby trash can with such force that the loud bang made everyone jump.
“Wrong is wrong,” his voice was cold as ice. “I don’t want to hear excuses. Apologize to my wife. Right now.”
His gaze swept the entire room as a sharp, mocking smile appeared on his lips. “Otherwise, starting today, our employee or company partner will never set foot in this hotel again.”
Everyone instantly understood the weight of those words.
In the business circles of this city and Sydney, no one was foolish enough to offend the Smith family over a hotel.
Surrounded by judgmental glares from guests, the hotel manager and the server finally realized how much trouble they were in. As such, they both bowed deeply to us.
“Mr. and Mrs. Smith, we truly didn’t recognize you. Please accept our sincerest apologies!”
“We’ll waive the charges for tonight’s stay. Does that sound acceptable?”
The smug server from earlier now trembled, casting a desperate glance in my direction, his eyes full of pleading.
But I only stared him down coldly. “Save those words for the police. If I hadn’t been Mrs. Smith and was just a regular person, I’d probably already be at the police station right now. If so, there wouldn’t be any apology and just humiliation.”
Suddenly, police sirens grew louder outside.
The server collapsed to his knees in panic and pointed at Wendy, shouting, “It was her! She told me she saw Mrs. Smith stealing the phone! I was misled by her!”
Wendy’s face went pale in an instant. “That’s not true! I was with Kemp the whole time. When would I have spoken to a server?”
“Oh really?” the server shot back. “Then let’s check the security footage!”
Wendy instinctively stepped back but forced herself to remain composed. “I’m a lawyer. You’re accusing me of something serious. Do you understand the legal consequences?”
The server couldn’t say another word. As the police entered the hotel, he panicked and kowtowed repeatedly toward Truman.
“Mr. Smith, you have to believe me, it really was her. She wanted to frame your wife, not me.”
Just then, a voice suddenly spoke up from the crowd.
“I can testify.”
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