The Sway and Slide of Love by Jean Song

Chapter 202 Chapter 202

The ballroom was filled with a lively buzz in the air. Despite the rush, everything had gone smoothly, and the wedding was turning out just fine.

Now, they had reached the moment of the evening-the exchange of rings, an event that would mark the climax of the night.

Sandra looked at the man standing before her and asked suddenly, "Do you know whose idea it was to have the wedding today?"

Maxwell didn't answer.

Sandra smirked. "It was actually Noelle's idea. Don't you still have feelings for her? And look what happened. She didn't hesitate to drag you down just to spite me."

Maxwell remained silent, as if he hadn't heard a word. He simply continued with the ceremony, slipping the ring onto her finger.

Sandra clenched her teeth in frustration. "Does she think that just because I'm getting married, I'm no longer part of the Swanson family? Well, she's wrong. I agreed to this only because I wanted my dad to see how much I've been wronged.

Just wait. I'm going to take back what's mine. So, tell me. Are you willing to-"

finish, a series of high-pitched screams suddenly echoed from the side. She

tonight. The pain had taken such a toll

doctor. As the most "dutiful" daughter, Sandra stood frozen, her fists clenched as

going to end smoothly. At that thought, Sandra quickly turned

was happening, yet she didn't move closer. She just stood there, stunned,

like an eternity before she finally seemed to snap out of her daze. She clenched and unclenched her fists before

cursed Sandra internally. Just before Noelle could get any closer,

at Matilda.

"Mom!"

passed away on the third day after

finally expressed their dissatisfaction. At the memorial service, the

the family was Maxwell, who had been sent

the funeral home. Craig was unwell, and

in charge of the entire funeral process, handling everything with a detachment that made her seem like a stranger to the

wore a black coat over a matching dress, with a small white flower tucked into her hair. She looked so delicate and vulnerable, like a flower swaying