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-"

series of high-pitched screams suddenly

such a toll on her that she looked like a

in alarm, and Craig began shouting frantically for a doctor. As the most "dutiful" daughter, Sandra stood frozen, her fists clenched as she

quickly turned and began searching for another familiar face. It didn't take long before she spotted Noelle standing at the

just realized what was happening, yet she didn't move closer. She just

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

a fake and evil woman!" cursed Sandra internally. Just before Noelle could get any closer, she

at Matilda.

"Mom!"

passed away on the third day

finally expressed their dissatisfaction. At the memorial service,

family was Maxwell, who had been sent to deliver the condolence

one standing vigil at the funeral home. Craig was unwell, and Sandra had been taken to rest due to being "overcome with grief".

funeral process, handling everything with

white flower tucked into her hair. She looked so delicate and vulnerable, like a flower