Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 130

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"Elia, what are you doing? You can't be planning to kill me, can you? You should think about how I have been good to you...

"Good to me?" Ophelia looked at her coldly, searching through her memories, unable to find anything related to those words.

Ophelia thought, Was it when the Hastings family took me back only to let me stay in the doghouse? Or when they smashed coffee cups at me to vent their frustration? Or perhaps, was it when they drugged me and sent me to an old man?' Ophelia wore a cold smirk; none of that mattered to her anymore. She just wanted to know what Heather thought of Scott. After all, he was her biological son.

She glanced at Caleb, who immediately yanked Heather by her hair, dragging her upper body back from beyond the railing and throwing her unceremoniously onto the deck. Heather was still in shock, gasping for air, but what she saw before her was even more terrifying. She saw Emily, covered in blood and looking deathly pale. Then she shouted.

She desperately moved back, overwhelmed by the scent of the ocean mixed with the smell of blood, causing her to start retching. Arthat moment, she truly believed that Ophelia was going to kill her.

Ophelia slowly crouched down, gently brushing her fingers through the hair on her face. "Don't worry. You'll die soon, too." "No! Ophelia, let me go, please... You're the daughter I love the most..." Heather said. Ophelia thought, 'What nonsense are you talking about?'

"What about your son?" Ophelia asked.

Heather was too terrified to think clearly, so she just shook her head frantically. "Harry isn't my son! Do whatever you want, but Nathan is still in prison..."

Ophelia frowned, "What about Scott?"

Heather's face looked like she just remembered she had another son named Scott. Her mouth opened slightly. "If you're looking for him, go find him yourself. Please let me go."

Ophelia clenched her fists, thinking about Scott in the hospital room with an oxygen mask, a vibrant young man who might never wake up again. Her heart ached for his unfair situation. Ophelia was speechless.

Ophelia thought, 'Why did Scott save two terrible people? Sometimes we just can't be too kind.

speak, but Ophelia gripped her neck tightly

filled with a fierce. "Heather, why are you so

and her hands were trapped behind her back, giving her no chance to

swelling, "Elia, Scott won't just watch

next moment, Ophelia's grip relaxed

choice. She gasped for air, but just as it filled her

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but he can't see it anymore... Ophelia's voice was very soft, but her grip

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about to collapse, Caleb wanted to intervene. Such matters were best left to them; there was no need to dirty Ophelia's hands. He looked pleadingly at Kenneth in the cabin. Suddenly, a large hand

the cabin and letting Ophelia handle this alone, Kenneth stopped her. "Be good, let go. No need to

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vision suddenly darkened, and she fainted too. Kenneth

ordered, and the yacht immediately turned around. He frowned as he looked at Ophelia in his arms, thinking he should

the hospital, Ophelia slept

evening, when the Carnegie family heard about it, they rushed to the hospital, even Theo Carnegie

serious as he glanced at Theo Carnegie, his eyes cold and intimidating. Kenneth thought, 'Considering he is concerned about Elia, I decided

is Elia?"

rest of the Carnegie family had gathered, all eyes fixed on the

We've given her something to reduce it. She should wake up after resting overnight, so there's

worry gripping her

Elia's rest. Kenneth can handle things here on his own," Theo Carnegie instructed, leading the group out of

here are not helpful

pat. "Don't worry, we'll make

said, taking a peek through

peacefully, her long lashes casting a shadow beneath her eyes, as quiet as

upright in the chair by the bed, unmoving like a statie, not daring to take his eyes off her for a moment. But the slight tremor in his clenched jaw suggested he was making