Chapter 8

Yorick stormed into the car, his face a mask of fury.

Orion caught a glimpse of him through the rearview mirror, "So, did Ms. Quinn cool down yet?"

Clearly, to everyone, Stella was just throwing a tantrum, pushing Yorick to send Ursula packing once again. Yorick massaged his temples, clearly agitated, "Cool down? As if it's that easy."

Orion couldn't help but agree silently.

Ursula's sudden return had taken everyone by surprise, with no one bothering to inform her in advance.

"Is she serious about calling off the wedding?"

Yorick went silent.

Serious?

Remembering moments when they were together during these two years, Yorick let out a bitter laugh, "What do you think?"

He didn't believe at all she could really let go.

Orion thought, "Seems unlikely."

her. Marrying Yorick seemed her only way out. Besides, she had invested a lot of

out, although

...

At the Silk-River Residences.

pile of items before her, her head throbbing

foreboding feeling: a storm

trying on wedding dresses and shopping with

just as she was settling down, the doorbell rang

"Who is it?"

opening the door,

answered, "It's

neck. Her makeup was impeccable, but her expression was stern. Cloudia walked straight in and seated

door, drying

casual demeanor

me, what exactly are you trying to do? I told you, Ursula wasn't behind it. But you hit her the moment

whole of Portis City to talk about how my foster daughter, after twenty

anger erupted, her words flying like

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