Capítulo 1809: Chapter 1812: The Farce at the Wedding (2)
At this moment, the priest’s inquiry resounded once more.
“Miss Hannah Ford, do you willingly accept Mr. Frank Chamberlain as your husband? Through smooth times or hardships, wealth or poverty, health or sickness, happiness or sorrow, will you love him unconditionally and remain loyal to him forever?”
Mr. President’s resolute and unwavering vow still echoed by her ears.
Everyone awaited Hannah Ford’s response, waiting for her to nod without hesitation, waiting to see her embrace Mr. President on the spot, to witness this monumental moment.
But…
When the priest finished his question, the bride stood dumbfounded in place for over ten seconds, without any response.
The love that was once brewing in Frank Chamberlain’s eyes gradually turned cold.
Until he nudged Hannah Ford a few times with his elbow, still not receiving any response from her.
His typically handsome face finally darkened completely.
“Hannah Ford—” The voice, hiding a warning, sounded by her ear.
There was an unmistakable anger in Frank Chamberlain’s voice.
Hannah Ford suddenly snapped awake.
Instinctively, she turned her head to look at Aidan Lucas sitting in the front row of the guests.
At this moment, she so desperately wanted to rush over, to rush over and tell Aidan Lucas that Lily Redington was in the lounge suffering.
“Hannah Ford, don’t blame me for not warning you. If you still want to see the sun rise tomorrow, you’d better not mess around.”
Frank Chamberlain’s voice, icy and bone-chilling, was like a demon from hell.
Upon hearing his voice, Hannah Ford’s body couldn’t help but tremble.
She was afraid, truly afraid…
It was a primal fear, deep from within.
I’m sorry, Lily Redington… I’m sorry…
Hannah Ford turned her head back, retracting her gaze from Aidan Lucas.
I’m sorry, mother… I’m sorry… I’ve chosen cowardice once again…
“I do.” Hannah Ford lifted her head, looking toward the solemn cross behind the figure, uttering those three words with an unprecedented sense of sorrow.
At the same moment, thunderous applause filled the room.
According to the script arranged early in the morning, Frank Chamberlain embraced Hannah Ford, pressing a ‘passionate’ kiss on her lips through the veil.
Then followed the bouquet toss, photographing, and thanking the guests.
Hannah Ford passed by Aidan Lucas countless times, with countless opportunities to tell him that Lily Redington was in danger.
She saw that Aidan Lucas had several subordinates by his side, including that blond-haired, blue-eyed man whom she had heard could fight well, and he could definitely save Lily Redington if he went in.
She also knew Sebastian Lucas VII for a long time, and telling him could also save Lily Redington.
However, Frank Chamberlain kept a close watch on her, and she had neither the chance nor the courage to take that step.
As time dragged on, dragged on long enough for those seven or eight men to utterly defile Lily in the room, it was all too late, and Hannah Ford finally gave up the internal struggle.
Let’s just leave it at that… Lily Redington, it’s my failure… If there’s a next life, I will not oppose you again…
“Alright, please, dear guests, take your seats. Next, let us together witness the joyous and beautiful journey of Mr. President and his wife, from past to present. Please look at the big screen—”
The host enhanced the atmosphere of the event, and suddenly, the big screen on the stage lit up.
It’s not uncommon for weddings now to have photo collections or short films appreciating how the couple met.
Seated guests wore smiles, some waiting and chatting while others were ready with eager smiles to watch.
The surrounding media reporters had set up their cameras, ready to capture the most beautiful love story of the newlyweds.