Upon hearing what the manager just said.
The York family erupted, their voices overlapping in anger and confusion. Serenity's uncle slammed his hand on the table, his face red with indignation.
"What nonsense is this? When did Mr. Brown ever say he didn't want to treat us? This is outrageous!"
At that moment Old Master York leaned back in his chair, his fingers tightly gripping his cane as he observed the chaos unfolding before him.
His gaze sharpened, briefly landing on Mr. Brown, whose face had gone pale as a sheet.
"Brown," the old man said slowly, his voice like a blade, "what is the meaning of this? Explain yourself."
Hearing what old master York just said Mr. Brown felt sweat bead on his forehead. His thoughts raced, scrambling for an explanation that could save his rapidly deteriorating image. He swallowed hard, raising his hands defensively.