The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 112

Chapter 112 Apology

Nate's claim of being her protector stirred something in Corrine's heart.

In this chaotic world, there really existed a kind of rare and unexplainable bond-a connection where someone embraced her cold exterior and accepted her completely, without question.

Corrine's heart felt as though it had been struck by something powerful, yet soothing. A warmth seeped into the cracks of her guarded emotions, wrapping around her heart like a tender embrace and spreading through her entire being.

At this moment, an overwhelming urge washed over her. She wanted nothing more than to run to him, throw her arms around him, and whisper, "Thank you, Nate."

She wanted to thank him for stepping in when the world seemed against her, bringing her light in the midst of shadow.

She was grateful to him for choosing to stand with her, without needing a single

reason.

Farris, although oblivious to Nate's full identity, could sense an aura of authority radiating from him.

His brows furrowed slightly as his sharp gaze darted between Nate and Corrine. Finally, he exhaled heavily and barked in a cold, commanding tone, "What are you all standing there for? Apologize immediately! Otherwise, don't think about setting foot in this

house again!"

unspoken threat loomed heavy in the air. If anyone

clear he wouldn't hesitate to sever

could mean-the family assets would all

through the group. Unable to contain his unease, one of them finally stepped forward, his voice shaky with urgency. "Miss Holland, I—I'm

in her chair. Her expression didn't change as she toyed with the coffee cup in her hand,

though she was waiting

glanced at one another, exchanging uneasy looks as the awkward tension thickened in the

Bruce's uncle, broke the silence. He nudged his wife, Gloria, from behind with an impatient

glare at him, her frustration bubbling over. "Why are you pushing me? If you're

wasn't getting any younger, and if this incident led to their being cut off from the inheritance, the loss would

wife, stood his ground for once. His voice was unyielding as

him in disbelief, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Dexter, how could you... how could

venomous woman like you has no place here!" Dexter shot back, his face dark with anger. "I'll make it simple-either you apologize to Miss Holland right now, or we're through. And don't think for a second you'll leave with

met with were cold, disapproving stares. Their expressions carried a quiet reproach, as if sharp daggers were aimed at her from

direction.

with the suffocating weight of isolation, and for the first time, she felt the stark fear of being

her trembling hands into fists at her sides. Her lips quivered as she forced herself to whisper, "I'm

reached the ears of