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

calm and indifferent eyes were now filled with a fierce. "Heather, why are you so

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

"Elia, Scott won't just

moment, Ophelia's

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

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wanted to intervene. Such matters were best left to them; there was no need to dirty

Ophelia handle this alone, Kenneth stopped her. "Be good, let go. No need to dirty

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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 fainted too. Kenneth immediately held her in his arms, pressing the back of his hand against her forehead. Kenneth thought. 'So

ordered, and the yacht immediately turned around. He frowned as he looked at Ophelia in his arms, thinking he should not have let her

hospital, Ophelia slept peacefully for

they rushed to the

a hint of blame towards Kenneth. Kenneth's face was serious as he glanced at Theo Carnegie, his eyes cold and intimidating. Kenneth thought, 'Considering he is concerned about Elia, I decided to let it go and not make

Elia?"

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

reduce it. She should wake up

face pale, worry gripping her heart. "And that's supposed to mean she's

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

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

giving her a reassuring pat. "Don't worry, we'll make some nourishing soup for Elia when we get back. We'll come again first thing

said, taking a peek through the window

quiet as a sleeping beauty. A transfusion needle was inserted into the back

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