Her only hope now was that Jethro would arrive soon. What was taking him so long?
When Zelina reached the main table, Yosef stood, and Henrietta quickly followed his lead.
“Mom,” Yosef said.
“Mom,” Henrietta echoed.
Zelina beamed at Henrietta. “Sit down, dear,” she said, bustling forward. She nudged Yosef into the next seat and sat down beside Henrietta, taking her hand with great concern.
“Let me look at you,” Zelina said, studying her face. “Are you alright? The hotel staff called me and said you were in some trouble. I came as fast as I could. I’m not too late, am I?”
“No, you’re not late,” Henrietta replied, shaking her head. “I’m fine. Mr. Nash was here, so I was never in any real danger.”
“That’s a relief,” Zelina said. But then her expression hardened as she looked down at Henrietta’s hand. Her brow furrowed. “You’re hurt! Who did this?”
Henrietta glanced down and saw, for the first time, a bright red finger mark on her wrist where the bodyguard had gripped her.
Before she could answer, Winona spoke up. “I think it was when Ms. Harmon’s friends ordered their bodyguards to hold us down and force us to drink.”
Yosef, who hadn’t noticed the mark either, looked over, and his face grew dark. The lady’s skin was so delicate; this was the second time she had been bruised so easily.
Just then, Artina and her friends arrived at the table.
Before Yosef could speak, Zelina’s anger erupted. She slammed her hand on the table and glared at Artina. “Are you out of your mind? Why would you try to force Henrietta and her friends to drink?”

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