Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 253

Chapter 253

With Carly and Lesly leading the way, Ophelia found her way to Briony's dorm room.

The buzz of gossip in the hallway instantly fell silent as soon as Ophelia appeared.

It wasn't hard to see why. Ophelia carried an aura of cold intensity that made everyone feel like the air had grown thinner.

The moment she stepped into the dorm, Ophelia could immediately tell which bed was Briony's.

It was the first one on the left near the restroom, marked by a faded blue plaid sheet and a thin, neatly folded blanket. The desk above it held nothing but a few basic toiletries.

In stark contrast to the other three beds in the room, Briony's was so clean and sparse it looked as though no one lived there.

Even if Briony had prepared for her death, she still hadn't wanted to inconvenience others.

Ophelia opened Briony's locker. Aside from two sets of equally faded clothes, there was nothing inside.

She seemed to be searching for something.

The other two roommates, unaware of the situation, tried to step forward but were quickly stopped by Carly and Lesly. A quiet explanation from them was enough to ensure no one interrupted. "Professor Spencer, what are you looking for? Let me help you," Lesly offered, eager to assist.

Ophelia shook her head. She lifted her gaze toward the bed.

Ophelia reached out, running her hand over the mattress. It felt hard, with only the thin sheet separating it from the bed frame. But under the mattress, she could feel something hidden.

Pulling back the sheet, Ophelia uncovered a meticulously placed design draft, à drawing almost 3 feet long, composed of dozens of A4 sheets taped together.

She picked it up carefully. Every line was hand-drawn, the paper slightly yellowed with age. It depicted a layout of schools, homes, and other structures.

Briony's handwriting was elegant, just like herself, calm and graceful, like a breeze through the mountains.

Ophelia's thoughts drifted back to a memory of the girl with the missing fingers. That child had always held a small stick between her thumb and ring finger, sketching smooth, flowing lines on Gloomhaven's sandy shores, skyscrapers, houses, schools... "Ophelia, when I grow up, I want to be an architect. I want to build houses and schools in Gloomhaven so that everyone has a place to live and a chance to learn..." Briony smiled.

Her innocent voice echoed in Ophelia's ears as if it were only yesterday.

"I'll make it happen for you," Ophelia murmured.

Her suppressed tears fell onto the aged paper.

Ophelia carefully rolled up the draft and, with one last look around, left the dorm room.

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Zackary stared in shock at the evidence circulating online, accompanied

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felt like he'd been thrown

was foolproof

Work

vile, humiliating video was now public. At this point

his mind, the sound

the window, and a handful of sharp

to stream down

it? Who the hell did this?" Zackary shouted. His car had already been vandalized by groups of students earlier, and now even his

didn't dare approach

spiraling out of control, the school wouldn't want to escalate matters further. Zackary's only option now was to tie his fate to

weaving, Zackary made his way

there, his head in his hands, visibly

had already received calls from the board

to spread beyond the campus, and if it continued, it would affect the school's

was

of disdain and contempt

haven't contributed much, I've at least worked hard. Please

probably parade him through the streets, pelting him with rotten vegetables and eggs if given the chance. As

nodded hastily, understanding that the school was willing

himself up tightly, he sneaked out through the school's less-crowded

choice but to wait by the roadside for a

black business car

two burly men

you... Help..." Zackary's plea was cut short by a heavy blow to his head. He felt a rough burlap sack thrown over him as they stuffed him

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completely disoriented.

sealed with

louder and closer. Zackary, still blindfolded, couldn't