Micah Lloyd stepped forward . He was a veteran , quick and capable , and had worked for my dad for years . There was a calm yet intimidating energy about him . He walked up to the Millers , turned his body sideways before gesturing them toward the door . The motion was courteous , but his eyes left no room for refusal . The message was clear - if they didn't leave on their own , Micah and the bodyguards standing behind him would have no hesitation in " escorting " them out . Robert and Emma looked utterly defeated . Emma opened her mouth to say something , her lips trembling . But Robert grabbed her hand . He gave my parents a long look , then glanced at me . His expression was unreadable . After a moment , he turned away in resignation . Hylton was still shielding Priscilla . The handprint on his face was stark , his eyes still full of shock and unwillingness . But when he met my dad's cold gaze and looked at Micah and the several strong , expressionless bodyguards behind Micah , he didn't dare act up again . He pulled the still - sobbing Priscilla with him , leaving in disgrace . The reception room fell silent , leaving only my family . The earlier tension felt like a bad dream . My mom walked over and gently embraced me , her hands still faintly trembling . " It's over now , Lina . It's over ... '