The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 47 He Had Not Cherished What He Had

The night was exceptionally quiet. The car outside the villa had yet to leave. Jameson watched as the last light in the villa went out.

His hand, holding a cigarette, trembled slightly, and a bitter taste surged in his mouth.

He knew that for the night, Marion would not come out of that villa again. She had legally and reasonably moved in with Lucas, having married him.

As for him, waiting outside the villa, he could not find any solution to the situation. Perhaps by tomorrow morning, he would witness them leaving the villa together.

Jameson did not know how he drove back. Along the way, he felt like a puppet without thoughts, driven only by instinct, returning to the Royces‘ residence. The Royces‘ house should have been quiet and dark, ready for a peaceful sleep. However, tonight, the Royces‘ house was brightly lit.

Jameson parked the car in the garage, and as he ascended to the second floor, he saw Joseph sitting on the sofa with a cold expression..

“Where did you go?”

Bernadette, fearing a confrontation between father and son, walked over and patted Jameson. “You came back so late. Is the company very busy?”

went to the

“To the Cartiers? Why

words from the ladies that day, Bernadette’s expression turned

satisfied with Marion as her future daughter–in–law. Despite Marion’s influential family, Richard wasn’t cut out for business.

the years, instead of progressing, their fortune had

for Joseph and Richard’s friendship of more than forty years, as

the past month, so much had happened, and Marion had publicly humiliated the Royces online. The more Bernadette thought

again. She’s married to Lucas now, and she handled things so decisively. We don’t need to rush to seek her forgiveness!” Bernadette said in

you to

“I’m tired.” With that, he turned and

to his

47 He Had Not Cherished

tea cup onto the table with a loud

“Do you have the right to be angry? Marion wasn’t your choice for

words only fueled Joseph’s anger, and he trembled with rage. “How can you still say that? Is this how you