Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Chapter 14

Jilted Bride 14

Chapter 14

Kenneth glanced at his phone, noticing two missed calls from Ophelia back at home. His mood instantly brightened. A warmth spread through him, brightening his mood instantly. The mere thought of her was enough to chase away the cloud of annoyance that had settled

over the morning.

"Take a thirty-minute break," he announced.

The room fell into a stunned silence. No one dared to move until Mark, sensing their hesitation, repeated the order. Slowly, they shuffled out, bewildered.

"Has Mr. Sinclair gone soft today? He never allows meetings to be interrupted," one whispered.

"Do you think he's sick? He's been coughing a lot," another murmured.

"He's still so young and weak?" someone muttered ominously.

"Don't talk nonsense," some other person said.

Back in the office, Kenneth stared at his phone, a trace of amusement on his face. Does she miss me that much? he mused.

Mark's voice cut through his thoughts. "Mr. Kenneth, Miss Ophelia visited Hastings Villa today. Afterward, she went to Everland Hotel. Just as you instructed, our people let her slip in herself without help. But Mr. Patrick happened to be at the hotel as well. Miss Ophelia disguised herself as a cleaning staff and was called into Mr. Patrick's room by his men...."

Kenneth's expression darkened, the air around him chilling to ice.

"But she was thrown out before long," Mark quickly explained, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Mr. Patrick likely has

idea who she really is. But, uh... do you have any idea what she's up to?"

Kenneth's gaze softened, and he gave a casual wave. "Let her do whatever she wants. Just keep her safe. Don't get too involved. She needs to have a little sense of achievement and feel like she's accomplished something on her own." Just then, his phone rang again. The name 'Little One' flashed on the screen.

He picked it up, and Ophelia's soft, honeyed voice flowed through the line. "Kenneth, I heard there was going to be some action at Avalon Port tonight-something dangerous involving that shipment. It might be trouble for you."

she worried about me? Kenneth's lips twitched into a

Kenneth, are you even listening to me!" Ophelia's voice

tone as

but when she heard his calm response, it clicked. "Wait... You

you?

"Yes," he admitted.

Kenneth's grasp, she thought, rendered speechless. She suddenly understood why he played the part of the man in the wheelchair-every move was calculated. "Alright then,

Mark stood nearby, puzzled. He was grinning just now when she called. But all he

words?"

silver hand on his pinky. "Can't spoil

her safe, to give

the one was at a loss for words. "This is what not spoiling her

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of a hospital, overseeing the DNA test that would finally confirm her suspicions. With the samples of Owen's and Emily's hair in hand, she

working days, the clerk informed her as Ophelia nodded, her mind already

the hospital, she took a subway to the suburbs, changing trains several times before she arrived at her

the lake stood waiting. As she approached, a small head popped out from the balcony on the second floor. "Elia,

with sharp, delicate features. His long lashes framed large doe-like eyes, and his voice still carried the

woman with a serene elegance. Chloe Stevens, Wyatt's mother, had a gentle air about her, but her piercing eyes-like those of a siren-hinted at a colder, more aloof nature. "You're here," Chloe said softly as Ophelia approached. The moment Ophelia stepped through the

into her arms.

have you been a good boy lately?" Ophelia smiled, ruffling his soft

puffing with pride. "I've been really good. I eat all my meals and take my medicine on time, don't I, Mommy?" he

back, her voice tinged with warmth

crouched down and gently said to Wyatt, Sweetheart, why don't you go play by yourself for a little while, okay?" Reluctantly, Wyatt untangled himself from Ophelia's embrace and wandered

adorable figure. Ophelia felt both

"Chloe, remember the gown sale you helped me with? Didn't we agree on a seventy-thirty split?" As she spoke, Ophelia pulled a card from her bag and pressed it into Chloe's hand. "Wyatt's treatment still needs money, and I can't let you help

as an advance on your salary. There's plenty more for you to help me with." Ophelia wasn't one for beating around the bush. She explained her plans for the future, getting

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