Caroline took a deep breath and said, "Alright, I agree!"

Andrew nodded, his face expressionless, and gave a slight nod to the bodyguards.

The bodyguards quickly understood and opened the grand European-style gate at the entrance to the garden.

'Is Andrew really going to let them in?' she thought to herself.

Caroline felt a surge of anxiety, but Andrew tightened his grip on her hand.

"Don't be afraid."

His gentle voice soothed the unease in her heart.

As the gates opened, Fiona and the others, with anxious faces, hurried in. Fiona, teary-eyed, rushed forward and cried, "You scared me! How could you jump off like that? Come with me to the hospital. Let's check if you're hurt."

She let out a quick laugh. If she hadn't overheard their conversation, she might have actually believed that this was her caring mother.

"I'm not going back with you, and I'm absolutely not marrying that fat, ugly fuck Mr. Brown. Forget about it, Mother!"

Sensing the situation turning against them, Gloria stepped forward and spoke softly, "Carol, I'll explain everything to you later. Let's just leave first."

Fiona nodded quickly. "Yes, the groom and guests are still waiting, darling. We don't want other people to hear about this and humiliate us."

Caroline tugged on Andrew's sleeve and whispered, "I don't know them. They're trying to force me. Could you... could you make them leave?"

She wasn't sure if Andrew would believe her, but at this moment, he was her only hope.

Andrew gently squeezed her hand, then let out a mocking laugh and said coldly, "What made you think you could take her with you? Do you have a death wish?"

Fiona and Gloria's eyes widened in shock. In their rush to take Caroline away, they hadn't realized that the man standing before them was none other than Andrew Morgan, the infamous mafia boss!

'Caroline, that little snake!' Gloria and Fiona thought. 'She's been playing innocent all this time, but in secret, she's gotten involved with Andrew?'

'If this escalates, things will only get worse.'

Refusing to give up, Fiona took a step forward, her brows furrowed, and said, "Mr. Morgan, I mean no offense, but this is my daughter, and today is her wedding day. I must take her with me."

The guests began whispering amongst themselves.

"Wait, so this woman isn't Eileen Grant?"

"Maybe this woman is Mr. Morgan's real girlfriend, and Eileen Grant was just a cover."

"Is Mr. Morgan planning to steal this bride?!"

Ignoring the gossiping crowd, Caroline spoke clearly, one word at a time. "I want to stay with him. You can leave now."

"Did you hear that?" Andrew's narrow eyes squinted slightly, a dangerous glint flashing through them. "She told you to leave."

His presence was so overwhelming that even a simple glance had them trembling.

Fiona realised the rumors were true—this mafia boss was said to kill indiscriminately. She didn't dare say another word.

But determined to achieve her goal, she mustered her courage and said, "Are you really going to break your mother's heart like this? We've worked so hard to arrange this marriage for you, and now you want to push me away?"

"Don't you understand, I am doing this for your happiness! Making this decision is for your own good, and now you're turning your back on me? You're breaking my heart!"

Her voice trembled with emotion, as if she were the most wronged mother in the world.

The guests started to murmur, casting strange looks at Caroline.

But Andrew's eyes remained cold and filled with disdain. Unsympathetic.

He pulled out his gun and pressed the barrel firmly against Fiona's forehead, his voice chilling as he said, "I won't say it again. Get out!"