Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 87

Chapter 87

Theo unrolled the scroll, and an elderly man nearby adjusted his glasses. "It really is an original by Mr. Blake. This painting is practically priceless now. The Lewis family is really thoughtful A satisfied smile spread across Theo's face. "Thank you."

"As long as you like it, it's worth the effort," Miles responded politely.

Next up was the Hastings family. They were only getting this close because of Emily's connections. Otherwise, with their status, they'd never be after the Lewis family in line to present their gift.

Owen and Heather offered a set of gemstone chess pieces, elegantly packaged and clearly valuable.

Harry and Nathan, as the younger generation, gave an antique brooch and a string of gemstone bracelets.

Out of respect for the Lewis family, Theo glanced at them, showing a polite, if slightly strained, smile.

Just then, a petite figure entered the hall. She wore light-wash jeans, a khaki shirt, and a light gray coat. In stark contrast to the extravagant gowns surrounding her, she immediately caught everyone's attention.

Someone asked, "Who is she? Why is she dressed like that for a birthday party?"

Murmurs rippled through the room, and Owen, noticing the commotion, frowned deeply.

"Ophelia? Why is she here?" Nathan's mind went straight to his arm, which had only recently healed from a break.

The expressions on the faces of the Hastings family members turned complicated. Heather, full of concern, whispered, "I told you we shouldn't have released that statement. She's definitely here to cause a scene and embarrass us."

Owen cleared his throat. "It doesn't matter anymore. She's no longer part of our family. Whatever happens, it's got nothing to do with us."

His voice, deliberately moderate, was loud enough for the guests at the surrounding tables to hear.

do, if

us.'

striking features and natural confidence made her stand out even more. Her large, doe-like eyes held an air of indifference toward the world around her. Without

My husband asked me to bring this gift for you," Ophelia said, handing over a small,

despite its modest appearance, he was genuinely curious about what was inside the box. Everyone

two showing slight cracks. Compared to

on edge after Ophelia's entrance, was now relaxed. She thought, 'She is meant to be funny. A few

"She's actually presenting that as a

followed. "Giving Mr. Carnegie such plain beads. Doesn't she

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She grabbed Ophelia's arm. "What are you trying to do? Get out of here before you embarrass us

enough." Harry joined in, lowering his voice but not his hostility. "A bunch of worthless beads? Are you out of

you two doing? Miss Spencer's gift has nothing to do with us." He cast a sharp glance at Heather and Harry.

up and walked over to Ophelia, gently patting her on the shoulder. "This is the best gift I've received

the room. All the guests thought, 'What did Mr. Carnegie say? Those plain beads are the best gift he'd received?

escorted Ophelia to sit beside him at the head table, the

face darkened, his lips moving soundlessly. He had spoken too soon. To say anything

was fuming. She thought, 'Miles and I have given an original painting by Dorian, and

Carnegie, they're just a few beads..." Emily started, but Theo's stern gaze cut her

in. "Emily is a bit inexperienced.

spoke up. "These beads belonged to my mother. Years ago, during a trip at sea, we lost them. We searched for ages but only recovered one." Clara looked at

of gratitude. "Thank you for this

know these are the same beads?" Emily's disbelief echoed the thoughts

the cracked beads. "Finlay broke this when he was perfectly. Dad

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