At that moment, upon seeing what just happened, Uncle Festus and Clinton couldn't believe their eyes. It was as though time had paused for them, just so they could process the sheer shock that had unfolded before them. Their faces were locked in disbelief, jaws slightly open, eyes darting between the small bottle of whiskey and Oliver, the man they had mocked without restraint. This… this couldn't be happening.
Moments ago, they were laughing mocking, even at the so-called "embarrassing" gift Oliver had brought. A tiny bottle with no label, no grand packaging, nothing luxurious to boast about. In their eyes, it was a joke. An insult, even. Something that should never have been allowed into the hands of a man as esteemed as Cora's father. But now, the tables had turned. Not just turned—they had flipped entirely.
They had just been outsmarted, by a man they barely knew. A man they underestimated.
