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.

gripped her neck tightly with one

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

turned bright red, her breathing became more labored, and her

swelling, "Elia, Scott won't just watch you kill

moment, Ophelia's grip

had made the right choice. She gasped for air, but just as it filled her lungs, the hold on her neck

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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 large hand caught Ophelia's slender and

letting Ophelia handle this alone, Kenneth stopped her. "Be good, let

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immediately fainted. Ophelia finally let go. but just as she stood up, her vision suddenly darkened, and she fainted too. Kenneth immediately held her in his arms, pressing the back of his hand against her

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

hospital, Ophelia slept

family heard about it, they rushed to the hospital, even Theo Carnegie came despite his old

tone had a hint of blame towards Kenneth. Kenneth's face was serious as he glanced at Theo Carnegie, his eyes cold and intimidating.

Elia?" Theo Carnegie

the Carnegie family had gathered, all eyes

high fever. We've given her something to reduce it. She should wake up after resting overnight, so there's no

bed, her face pale, worry

let's head back now. We shouldn't disturb Elia's rest. Kenneth can handle things here on his own," Theo Carnegie instructed, leading the group out of the room, despite their

many people here are not helpful and would only

arm around Bethany's shoulders, giving her a reassuring pat. "Don't worry, we'll make some nourishing

nodded and said, taking a peek through the

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

slight tremor in his clenched jaw suggested he was making an important decision. The next morning. The first rays of sunlight