The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 967:

She had assumed she had slipped back unnoticed, yet here was her mother, effortlessly aware of every step she had taken.

Swallowing her discomfort, Andromache accepted the cup of coffee Penny handed her. She stalled for a moment to collect herself. After a brief pause, she spoke with forced composure. “I meant well. Since Corrine is involved with Nate, it is only natural to consider her part of the family’s future. I only wanted to ensure she understood her place and behaved appropriately. But instead of gratitude, all I received was her mockery and scorn. She humiliated me in front of everyone. I have never been so thoroughly shamed in my life.”

Evelyn’s lips curved, the smile devoid of warmth. “Your so-called good intentions,” she said, her voice silken but cutting, “are nothing more than a mask for the malice you hide beneath.”

The color drained slightly from Andromache’s face. “Mom… you…” Her voice faltered, disbelief etched across her features.

an instant, the warmth draining from her face, leaving behind a cold, cutting glare. Her eyes, sharp as shards of ice, locked onto Andromache. “I may be old, and my eyesight might not

from wrong. I will not sit here and let

was no hiding her bias—her stance leaned unmistakably

like her was driven to the point of seriously injuring another person, then she must have been pushed to the very edge. Instead of reflecting on the sheer arrogance

beneath her skin, threatening to boil over. “Even if the Burgess family overstepped this time, was it not Corrine who provoked them first? At Leah and Bruce’s engagement party, she deliberately exposed Leah’s scandal in front of everyone, humiliating the Burgess family and turning them into a joke. Would they not retaliate with everything they had after being humiliated like that?” Her voice sharpened with barely concealed resentment. “Besides, their plot failed in the end. Why can she not just let

porcelain cup beside her and hurled it to the floor near Andromache’s feet. The cup shattered, shards flying as hot coffee splattered across the tiles. The suddenness of it

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her eyes blazing with righteous fury. “Then tell me this—if they had succeeded, what would you have done? Would you have joined their celebration, toasting their victory?