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."

Kenneth's lips twitched into a smile

are you even listening to me!" Ophelia's voice was filled with confusion on the other

Kenneth replied, his tone as nonchalant as

calm response, it clicked. "Wait... You already knew?

you?

"Yes," he admitted.

speechless. She suddenly understood why he played the part of the man in the wheelchair-every move was calculated. "Alright then, she pondered, her concerns finally put to

now when she called. But all

words?"

silver hand on his pinky. "Can't spoil her too much, or

who said to keep her safe, to give her a little sense of

a loss for words. "This

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She stood in the sterile, white halls 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 filled

days, the clerk informed her as Ophelia nodded, her

a subway to the suburbs, changing

small, white cottage by the lake stood waiting. As she approached, a small head popped out from the balcony on the second floor. "Elia, you're finally here to see me," a young boy's voice called out,

had an adorable, cherubic face with sharp, delicate features. His long lashes framed large doe-like eyes, and his voice still carried the sweetness of

him rose a slender figure-a 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

into her arms.

good boy lately?" Ophelia smiled, ruffling his soft hair

really good. I eat all my meals and take my medicine on time, don't I,

her voice tinged with warmth as she answered,

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 into

his little, adorable figure. Ophelia felt

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 me for free." Chloe's eyes

it as an advance on your salary. There's plenty more for you to help me with." Ophelia wasn't one for beating

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