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!"

the air. If anyone from the Ashton family

now, it was clear he wouldn't hesitate to sever

that could mean-the family assets would all pass to his

group. Unable to contain his unease, one of them finally stepped forward,

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

though she was waiting for

exchanging uneasy looks as the awkward tension thickened in the room. No one

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

"Why are you pushing me? If

and if this incident led to their being

the gravity of the situation, Dexter, who usually deferred to his domineering wife, stood his ground for

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

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

But all she was met with were cold, disapproving

direction.

chest tightened with the suffocating weight of isolation, and for the first time, she felt the stark fear of being utterly alone, everyone

spine with visible effort, Gloria clenched her trembling hands into fists at her sides. Her lips quivered as she forced herself to whisper, "I'm

it barely reached the