Ellison And Joycelyn: A Love Beyond The Rules

Chapter 212

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When Isolde whispered to Mrs. Grant, the room fell deathly quiet. Every eye turned toward her, including Ruby’s, who first glanced at Leah, then locked onto Joycelyn, standing with the elegance of a black swan in her dress, commanding attention without a word.

Compared to Leah’s brief moment of discomfort, Joycelyn’s poise and composure radiated an aura that was anything but ordinary. She carried herself with a presence that seemed far beyond what one would expect from someone of her standing.

The atmosphere became tense with anticipation, and curiosity was palpable. The truth about the fake Mrs. Grant was on the brink of being exposed, and everyone could sense it.

Joycelyn was about to step forward when she noticed Isolde’s hand gesturing toward her.

“Sorry, excuse me,” a soft, hesitant voice came from behind.

Amid such a formal occasion, a middle–aged woman in a janitor’s uniform squeezed through from the corner, collecting the trash.

Out of the corner of her eye, Joycelyn caught something familiar. As she turned her head, her dark eyes narrowed in shock. It was Iris.

Perhaps the atmosphere was too stiff, and Iris attempted to look up, only to be met with a sneering remark from a nearby woman. “Who’s this cleaning lady? Stay away from me.”

Iris bowed and apologized, hurrying to continue wiping the table legs as if she were the lowest of the low in this opulent world.

In the past, Joycelyn would never have allowed anyone to treat Iris with such disdain. Even as a child, she stood up for Iris, protecting her from anyone trying to pick on her while selling goods on the street.

Things had changed now. Not only had Iris’s deliberate appearance added to her discomfort, but the earlier online smear campaign had turned the public against her, leaving her caught in an impossible situation.

Iris’s humiliation would become a laughingstock for the Grant family, and she would be left to play the part of a vampire, either extorting others or staging performances to attract attention.

Joycelyn’s hands clenched at her sides, her fingers tightening.

Ruby’s gaze flickered momentarily, a hint of smug satisfaction gleaming in her eyes.

make things difficult for Joycelyn.

Mrs. Grant is, those who attended the wedding have already met her. For those who

tension and immediately stepped forward to ease

Leah. “Dr. Mason, I could use your help. I’ve just twisted my ankle–could you take a look for

as “Dr. Mason,” Luna subtly dismissed Leah’s claim to the title of Mrs. Grant–something the socialites

moment, her petty

it be Iris? Didn’t she accuse you online a few days ago of being ungrateful and not supporting her?” Ruby said as if she

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of Joycelyn’s name. Her eyes filled with awe when she saw the

around, facing her calmly.

Wilson, I didn’t expect the Wilson family to go bankrupt, yet here you are, still managing to find the money to bail her out,” Joycelyn said, her

after a mountain rain–sharp, unblemished, and unyielding. Even facing the unworthy Iris, Joycelyn’s

darkened, her smugness faltering in the

finish your duties before catching up with Joycelyn, or they might dock your pay,” Ruby remarked, her arms crossed as she walked away with the air of someone who had just

had initially been captivated by Joycelyn’s elegance, and even Luna’s words had led them to believe this poised, elegant woman was Mrs. Grant. It

prove anything–not at this moment,

hips and stepped before Joycelyn. “Excuse me, Iris, we don’t need

voice suddenly cut through the tension, deep

the sound of Isolde’s awakening, everyone instantly

gently assisting Isolde in sitting up. “You’re awake at last, Isolde. How are you feeling? Is everything alright?”

today. But

about to leave, but even Leah, who had been standing quietly at

Group for twenty years, expanding it into one of the most powerful families in the region. As

who might be Mrs. Grant? We’re all so curious,” Mrs. Willows said with a polite

turned to leave paused, their curiosity piqued. “Isolde, might we have the honor of meeting the next Mrs. Grant?” they

they murmured in

surely be an exceptional lady,”