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.

wanted to speak, but Ophelia gripped her

were now filled with a fierce. "Heather, why are

face turned bright red, her breathing became more labored, and her hands were

gradually swelling, "Elia, Scott won't just watch

next moment, Ophelia's grip relaxed

but just as it filled her lungs, the

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

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best left to them; there was no need to dirty Ophelia's hands. He looked pleadingly at Kenneth in the cabin. Suddenly, a

alone, Kenneth stopped her. "Be good, let go.

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cold eyes were devoid of warmth. Heather's eyes rolled back, and she immediately fainted. Ophelia finally let go. but just as she stood up, her vision suddenly darkened, and she

the yacht immediately turned around. He frowned as he looked at Ophelia

slept peacefully for the whole

it, they rushed to the hospital, even Theo Carnegie came despite his

as he glanced at Theo Carnegie, his eyes cold and intimidating. Kenneth thought, 'Considering

how is Elia?" Theo

Rex, the rest of the Carnegie family

reduce it. She should wake

worry

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

Carnegie thought, 'So many people here are not helpful and

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

said, taking a peek through the window on

as quiet as a sleeping beauty. A transfusion

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