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!"

threat loomed heavy in the air. If anyone from

now, it was clear he wouldn't

knew what that could mean-the family

them finally stepped forward, his voice shaky with urgency. "Miss Holland, I—I'm sorry. I misjudged

she was, seated comfortably in her chair. Her expression didn't change as she toyed

though she

the awkward tension thickened in the room. No one dared

from behind

spun around to glare at him, her frustration bubbling over. "Why are you pushing

if this incident led to their being cut

his ground for once. His voice was

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

"I'll make it simple-either

faces of the Ashton family, silently pleading for someone to step in. But all she was met with were cold, disapproving stares. Their expressions carried a quiet reproach, as if sharp daggers

direction.

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

her trembling hands into fists at her sides. Her lips quivered

faint, it barely reached the ears of those closest

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