The revealing lace nightgown, the head-to-head photos of her and her father filled the room. I held back my sadness and helped my mother into the guest room. Let her lie down and rest for a while.

She smiled at me and said, "Quinni is so good."

When I returned to the banquet hall, I found that Richard was gone. I turned around and suddenly heard a familiar voice in the shadows of the courtyard, "Richard, you openly brought Afro to the Lawrence Family banquet. Aren't you afraid that your wife be angry and turn against you?"

"Last time, Afro brought people to beat your wife. You are spoiling her too much."

I paused and moved towards the dark. There was a lot of noise all around, but Richard's deep voice still came through clearly, "Afro is my life. We have a different kind of relationship and I am spoiling her."

"What kind of relationship do you have with her? Isn't it just a few times of sleeping together?"

"You don't understand, she saved me when she was ten years old. I promised her to marry her."

My friend was stunned for a moment, "So, the girl that saved you when you were kidnapped as a child is her? You even gave her the amulet, but I didn't expect that your benefactor was Afro."

Richard hummed softly, followed by a long silence. It was like a thunder in my mind. I looked at Richard's figure in the dark in shock. It turned out to be him, it was him.

Richard walked out of the shadows and I quickly turned and entered the hall. I stepped into the hall and my pupils suddenly dilated when I looked up.

I saw two servants holding my mother down and kneeling in front of Luna. My mother struggled and shouted, "My pocket watch, that was given to me by my father!"

Luna held up the pocket watch frivolously and the silver watch chain hung on her face. "Isn't it just a broken watch, then how could you grab me? Husband, look at the back of my hand, I just spent two hours maintaining it."

My father looked at my mother with disgust, "Why are you becoming more and more ignorant? It's Luna's 50th birthday. It's rare that she likes a watch like this. What's wrong with you cannot give it to her to play with?"

A surge of anger surged me up. I strode over and pushed the two servants away, "Take your dirty hands and let go of my mother."

I snatched my mother's pocket watch, put it in her hand and hugged her tightly, "Mom, it's okay. It's okay. No one will take your watch."