Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 104

Chapter 104

Emily was abandoned on the street and taken to the hospital after being found.

By the time Owen and Heather arrived, they saw Emily curled up on the bed, staring blankly ahead, trembling as she hugged her knees. "Doctor, what's wrong with my daughter?" Owen asked, his voice tight and worried as he looked at Emily.

"The patient is physically fine, just a bit shaken. She's in a state of emotional distress and will need time to recover, the doctor explained.

"My sweet girl, please don't scare me like this. Whatever's going on, just tell me. Heather said gently, sitting by the bed, but Emily flailed like she was losing her mind, pushing Heather away "Get out. It's all because of your daughter. She she shot at me. I almost died" "What?" Heather froze in disbelief. Ophelia again? she thought.

"If that's the case, I'd suggest you call the police, the doctor said before leaving the room.

Owen frowned. "Emily, don't get worked up. Just take it slow. Weren't you meeting Kenneth today?"

At the mention of Kenneth, Emily's panic surged. She grabbed Owen's arm in desperation. "Dad, calling the police won't help Kenneth wants me dead. I found out his secret, and now he's going to kill me. And Ophelia... She's his lover. What am I going to do. Dad? I don't want to die."

"That shameless bitch, Heather muttered, then suddenly paused, realizing something. "Wait, whose lover? Kenneth? Emily, you must be mistaken. Can Ophelia even do something like that!

Owen quickly caught on to the critical detail-Ophelia was Kenneth's lover. No wonder such a mere girl had caught the Carnegie family's attention. His mind raced. "You rest for now. I have two bodyguards posted outside to protect you" "I will stay here with you," Heather added.

"No, you're not my mom. L. Emily stopped herself just in time, refusing to look at Heather. "I don't need you as my mother. Ophelia thinks I've stolen everything from her, and that's why she's doing this to me. Go away. I don't want to see you." Heather was heartbroken at Emily's words. She thought. It's all because of that wretched girl, Ophelia. Ever since she came back, she's turned my whole family upside down.

Just as Heather was about to speak, Owen's stern gaze stopped her. The time had come. He needed to tell Heather the truth sooner or later.

the city, in the cemetery. In front of a vast, empty graveyard stood two slender figures, one tall and one shorter, both dressed in black. Beside the gravestone, a solitary crabapple tree stood, its branches still dusted with snow Today marked the anniversary of Kenneth's mother's death. He had called Ophelia to

for a long time. The woman in the picture was graceful and stunningly beautiful, her simile tender and serene, radiating a quiet elegance. This was

tightly as they stood there in the snow. She remained silently by his side, offering quiet

15:40 Tue, Nov 12

Chapter 104

was just like this," Kenneth murmured, his gaze lifting to the overcast sky. "It looked like it might snow, but it didn't. By four o'clock, it

had watched as a soccer ball rolled out from the shattered windshield of a

remind Kenneth that everything he had once held dear had been shattered. He had watched as his mother was carried into the ambulance. Even in her final moments, she had begged him not to hate

trace of bitterness flickered in Kenneth's eyes as he unconsciously tightened his grip on Ophelia's hand. After a long silence, he finally let

glancing once more at the gravestone before bowing slightly

She discreetly slipped the ring off her finger and tucked it into

door for them, Ophelia suddenly let go of Kenneth's hand. "I think I dropped my ring. I'll go back and

I'll be quick. It's probably near the gravestone. Let's not make a fuss and

figure dressed in black stood at the far end near an isolated gravestone. From a distance, the

the gravestone and muttered something, but she was too far away to hear. She had

all along, Ophelia had

Ophelia's guess was correct, the man standing by the gravestone was Kenneth's father, Victor

quite make sense of it. She thought. After all, he was the one who abandoned his wife and child. And this... What is this? Some kind

linger.

now,

Rosewood Manor, Kenneth remained silent, gazing out the window, though he never let go

the car, the snow fell heavier. Ophelia rolled the window down slightly and caught a few snowflakes in her hand, their icy chill seeping

senses. He tightened his grip on Ophelia's hand and pulled her into his