After I left Alpha father and son went crazy with regret

Chapter 81

Chapter 81

“We’d love to stay longer, but there’s another business reception we promised to attend,” a woman explained, setting down her barely touched drink before rising from her seat.

“Yes, we have to go as well,” another guest added. “It’s a big event–everyone’s talking about it.”

Soon, more followed, murmuring similar reasons as they left.

As the evening wore on, Nora and Alexander found themselves exchanging uneasy glances.

The once–lively banquet had begun to empty at an alarming rate, and the chatter that had once filled the room faded into silence.

One by one, guests made their polite excuses, murmuring something about prior commitments, before slipping out the door.

At first, it seemed like mere coincidence.

But when Alexander overheard a whispered conversation between two departing guests, his expression darkened.

They’re all going to Linda’s opening banquet,” he murmured to Nora, keeping his voice low.

Nora stiffened. “Linda? As in… Linda’s family?”

Alexander nodded grimly. “They deliberately scheduled their company’s grand opening for tonight. And it looks like they made sure to invite nearly everyone who was supposed to be here.”

Nora’s grip on her wine glass tightened. Her mind raced, but the more she thought about it, the clearer it became–this was no accident.

purpose, making sure that the old lady’s birthday celebration

used Arnold’s connections to lure the guests away.

sharply, shaking his head in frustration. “I

when she noticed her grandmother watching

happening, yet instead of reacting with visible anger, she simply

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a birthday,” she said, her voice

to look at her, expecting some sign of

an air of acceptance–resignation, even.

she began hesitantly.

waved a hand, silencing her gently. “Nora, listen

shameless behavior of

but deeply meaningful.

just talking about

past. About how Clark,

heartbreak, had eventually walked away from it

of those years still lingered

Clara was far less

her plate with a sharp clatter, her face burning with

“To do something like this on purpose… and on Grandma’s birthday, no less!

fuming, muttered under

remained quiet. But the tension in her posture spoke