Chapter 1423

Military vehicles led the way, government cars in tow, as Elizabeth made her grand return to Jindale City in a top-of-the-line luxury car.

Even though all that was left of her now was an urn of ashes, she still managed to cause quite a stir across the entire city.

It wasn't just the regular folks and politicians who took notice-every member of Jindale's high society felt the tremor of her arrival.

Elizabeth's name was anything but unfamiliar among the city's elite. After all, her whirlwind romance with Kendrick had been the talk of the town back in the day.

Most of the fancy ladies in the upper crust never liked her. To them, Elizabeth was just a girl from an ordinary background-she didn't have the pedigree, the connections, or the family money. In their eyes, she wasn't even worthy to shine their shoes.

When news first broke about her and Kendrick, no one thought it would last. But then Kendrick turned his back on the entire Bradford family for her, moved overseas, got married, and started a family far from the city's prying eyes.

Suddenly, those same society ladies were green with envy. In their world, love was in even shorter supply than loyalty. The women who'd never known real affection just couldn't stand to see someone else adored so deeply by her husband.

They didn't even bother to get to know Elizabeth. Instead, they joined in with the Bradford family's whispers, spreading rumors that Elizabeth was some kind of manipulative temptress who'd cast a spell on Kendrick.

Then, when Elizabeth and Kendrick were killed in a car accident abroad, the gossip hit a fever pitch.

Trouble follows a pretty face," they

never respectable. Mr. Bradford was bound to run into trouble with her. Guess

and was murdered by a jealous wife. Others claimed she was keeping a boy toy who killed her in a rage. A few even whispered that her marriage

kind word for Elizabeth. Not a single

as head of the Bradford family, the whispers never

her son's a

foot in the Bradford estate-not

never be buried

never be recognized

she was-coming home in a car fit for royalty, with military honors and

to

same women who'd gossiped about her for years crowded around

screens with their friends, eyes glued to

they'd trashed for decades, manage to return with so much honor? Who

Tarquin held his mother's urn as

home he'd built, to let her see her son's

where she'd once lived.

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