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-"

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

a toll on her that she looked like a shadow of herself. Now,

stood up in alarm, and Craig began shouting frantically for a doctor. As the most "dutiful" daughter, Sandra stood frozen,

way her wedding was going to end smoothly. At that thought, Sandra quickly turned and began searching for another familiar face. It didn't

what was happening, yet she didn't move

finally seemed to snap out of her daze. She clenched and unclenched her fists before walking

internally. Just before Noelle

at Matilda.

"Mom!"

on the third day

dissatisfaction. At the memorial service, the

Maxwell, who had been sent

that moment, Noelle was the only one standing vigil at the funeral home. Craig was unwell, and Sandra had been taken to rest due

contrast, Noelle was eerily calm. She seemed to be in charge of the entire funeral process,

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