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Mrs. James' face turned red with anger as she stood up for Bryan, her voice firm. "You do not call my son-in-law a retard!" Veronica smirked, tilting her head with a mocking glint in her eye. "Oh, why so upset? i am only stating the truth. Face it; you can't afford any reservations or a hall here. Stop pretending." Just then, a young man strode over, drawing gasps from the ladies surrounding Veronica. "Oh, young Master Collins is here!" they whispered excitedly. Collins, Veronica's son-in-law, and a proud heir to a well-known company, scanned the scene with a casual, confident grin. "Mother, why are you out here? Is someone bothering you?" he asked, his tone dripping with self-assurance. Veronica’s eyes gleamed as she cast a contemptuous glance at Mrs. James. " Do not worry, darling