I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 615 A Lot of Stuff

Leanna turned around, looking confused. "Why isn't it confirmed yet?"

"Because she went after a man a few days ago. Right in front of everyone. They're going to lambast her after the ceremony today."

The Woodleys had a way with lectures. A little critique could take them hours. No matter how mischievous the younger Woodleys were, they would not step out of line during the gathering for fear that their elders would critique them. And they had no right to stop it midway, too. All they could do was suffer. One wrong word or expression would earn them a few days of lecturing.

"I see." Leanna looked away.

Waylen was feeling delighted, but when he met Aidan's gaze, he quickly composed himself and stood up straighter.

Charlotte turned around, having heard him. When she saw Aidan, her eyes lit up. Just when she was about to approach Aidan, Charles held her back.

Charles hissed, "Did you forget where you are?"

Charlotte turned back reluctantly. Charles looked at Aidan and Leanna, and a frown formed on his face. This wasn't the first time Leanna was met with a look of disapproval, but she could understand. No father would be happy to see the man his daughter was attracted to.

Waylen whispered, "Everyone's here. Five minutes until the ancestor worship starts."

"What about Lachlan? He's not here yet," said Leanna.

Just then, a prominent figure came in. It was none other than Lachlan. Then, the hall went silent.

A moment later, someone said, "You were very nearly late. And this is an important ceremony. Don't you think that's a bit disrespectful?"

Leanna looked at the one who spoke. It was the man who lectured Waylen a while ago.

And a few hushed whispers arose, agreeing with what the man said. Yet, Lachlan ignored them. He came into the hall and bowed at the elders.

Philip, Charlotte's grandfather, clutched his cane and stood up. "Everyone's present and accounted for. Let us begin. We have a lot of things to do this year. Let us not tarry."

"A second, please. There is one more who shall join us," said Lachlan.

Philip adjusted his spectacles. "Is that so? Did they, in their frivolous fun, perhaps forget about the ceremony?"

Everyone hastened to explain themselves.

"Not my son."

"Not my daughter, either."

"Not my child."

Charles looked around and asked, "Everyone's here. Whom are you talking about?"

Lachlan's mother was standing by Lachlan's side, looking solemn. Lachlan then turned around to look at the entrance. Calmly, he said, "She's here."

Everyone looked at the entrance, wondering who it was. A figure slowly showed up, and Leanna froze when she saw who it was. Noticing Aidan tensing up as well, she pursed her lips and held his hand.

Before everyone's startled and confused gaze, Naomi slowly entered the hall. She knelt before Philip and the tablets of the Woodley ancestors behind him.

Slowly, she said, "Naomi Woodley, here to pay her respects."

Philip held on to his cane. He stared at Naomi for a long, long while. Eventually, he started to wobble, and Charles helped him sit back down.

"Naomi? Is that you?" Philip narrowed his eyes.

Naomi was wearing plain, clean clothes, and she held herself up. "Yes, uncle."

The crowd burst into a discussion. Perhaps the younger ones did not know who Naomi was, but their parents did. Ever since she left Jamesdon, the family forbade them from bringing Naomi up ever again. Their ancestors had stated that the Woodleys were forbidden from leaving Jamesdon. Anyone who broke this rule would be exiled forever.

Naomi fell in love with a man from Highside back then. In just a few months, their relationship became the talk of the town. Eventually, the man had to leave, and she wanted to go with him. Even if she was to be taken out of the family tree.

And then, she left. Naomi was no longer part of the family. Some of the chattier members tried to find out how she was doing in Highside, yet their investigation yielded no result. Thirty years had gone by since then, and now, Naomi came back.