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.

to speak, but Ophelia gripped her neck tightly

were now filled with a

her hands

"Elia, Scott won't just watch you

the next moment, Ophelia's grip relaxed

realized she had made the right choice. She gasped for air, but just

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anymore... Ophelia's voice was very soft, but her grip

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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 caught Ophelia's slender and

handle this alone, Kenneth stopped her. "Be

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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

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

slept peacefully for the whole

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

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 a big deal out

Elia?"

from Clara and Rex, the rest of the Carnegie family had gathered, all

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

worry gripping her

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

people here are not helpful and would only disturb

we'll make some nourishing

taking a peek through the window on

peacefully, her long lashes casting a shadow beneath her eyes, as quiet as a sleeping beauty. A transfusion needle was inserted into the

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 an important decision. The next morning. The first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains into the