Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 79

Chapter 79

On Monday, Ophelia received a call from Harry. "Ma'am, the stocks you recommended have all dropped right at the opening today. This trend doesn't look good."

Ophelia lowered her voice. "If you think it's going to lose money you can sell them now. Don't blame me later.*

Harry felt embarrassed upon hearing this and laughed awkwardly, "How could I? You know the money I used to invest in stocks was borrowed. Putting in such a large sum made me feel oneasy."

"Investing in stocks, you gain or you lose. But I have a feeling that the stocks you hold will see a significant rise before Friday. If you don't believe me, feel free to sell anytime."

"Of course, I believe you." Harry thought to himself, 'If I had listened to her earlier, I would have made a fortune by now. Since she is so confident, I'll wait and see. Every time those stocks dropped before, they suddenly surged. When they go up this time, I'll sell.' Ophelia hung up the phone, took out the SIM card, broke it in half, and threw it in the trash can.

Wyatt needed to go to the hospital for a check-up today, and since Ophelia had some free time, she went with Chloe.

Because Wyatt had not registered as a citizen, they could only go to expensive private hospitals.

While waiting in the lounge area, Wyatt sat there quietly like he always did. Perhaps he didn't understand why he always came to the hospital so frequently.

"Are you hungry? Should I buy you something to eat?" Ophelia asked.

Wyatt nodded but remained silent.

"What do you want to eat?" Ophelia's tone was gentle, and if Kenneth heard her, he would surely be jealous. "Mommy, what are you eating?" Wyatt sat on the sofa in the lounge, looking up and tugging at Chloe's arm. "I'm not eating," Chloe replied.

Looking at the sensible Wyatt, Ophelia reached out and touched his head. "Then I'll see fit."

forced a

street to buy some food. When

he wore a high-neck gray sweater and black trousers, but one pant leg was empty. His bodyguard immediately took a wheelchair from the

thought, 'Is that Patrick? Did he come to this hospital

coming out of the hospital. Ophelia wondered, 'Wasn't he supposed to go to Shinova with Kenneth?' She followed behind, carrying breakfast. Just as she was about to get on the elevator with them, she was stopped by the bodyguard. "Please wait for the next one." Ophelia had to take two steps back and looked up,

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for the eighth floor through the mirror. She pulled her gaze away and

accompanying Wyatt for his examination, Ophelia noticed that the Rolls-Royce had not left yet. Instead, several low-profile black Bentleys were also parked

check the time again. Mark was supposed to be Shinova with Kenneth. She wasn't worried about Mark secretly

What happened to him?' Ophelia felt anxious, countless thoughts racing through her mind.

look at her, and Wyatt raised his head

realized that

didn't ask any more questions and left

directory. The eighth floor was designated for VIP wards, which were off-limits to

reckless approach might cause trouble for

lay in a well-equipped, oversized ward. He had his eyes closed, and his complexion was an unhealthy shade of pale. Standing beside the bed were several high-ranking members of Sinclair Group, along with Patrick, who sat in a wheelchair, looking impatient. "Do we really have to wait as long

Sinclair is seriously ill. Someone has to take charge

can't be without a

high-ranking officials. So, will you admit it yourselves,

they thought dismissively, 'Can the

they really want to pull Mr. Sinclair down from the CEO? They usually act righteous, but at this critical

squinted at Kenneth on the bed, a barely noticeable smile on his lips, thinking, 'You went through all this just to