Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
Jilted Bride 119

Chapter 119

Heather had never witnessed such a scene before. "What are you doing? This is trespassing. It's illegal."

Heather rushed forward and reached out to tear down the seals, but Scott quickly stopped her. "Mom, tearing them down won't help. They're from the court, Dad and Harry used the house as collateral for a loan, and today's the deadline" "Please don't interfere with our work, one of the officers said, showing his badge. This is the court ruling and the enforcement notice. We hope you can cooperate."

Heather was dumbfounded. She stared at the two notices handed to her, unable to make sense of them. For years, Owen had handled everything outside the house. She had always lived a pampered life, never facing anything like this. Harry was still in the police station, and Nathan's phone couldn't be reached.

"Scott, what do we do now? Your father's still in the hospital." Heather's voice trembled with desperation.

Scott, a high school student, barely knew what to do himself. The only thing he could think of was to try and reason with the officers. "Can we at least go inside and grab a few things?"

The officer replied, "Sorry, you're not allowed to take anything except some clothes and important documents. Anything worth over 600 dollars cannot be removed.

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"Is there no justice anymore? We bought those things. Why can't we take them?" Overwhelmed with emotion, Heather tore down more of the seals in anger.

"If you continue to obstruct our work, we have the right to take you to the police station," the officer wamed firmly.

"Mom, please stop. Let's just pack a few clothes, and we'll replace a way to solve the problems later. Scott entered the house, which once was warm, but now seemed cold and empty. Seals were even pasted on the sofas and tables.

Upstairs, officers were sealing each room. Scott kept his head down, trying to manage his emotions while keeping his frantic mother under control.

Heather gazed at her jewelry and handbags, realizing she couldn't even take a single bag, and as for her clothes, she could only bring the cheapest ones.

After they packed up and headed downstairs, the maid, the nanny, and the driver were all waiting with their bags packed. "Mrs. Hastings, Mr. Scott, you still haven't paid us our wages, one of them reminded.

"How could you be so heartless? Look at the state we're in. Where would we get the money to pay you now?" Heather snapped, glaring at them. She thought, 'I have always treated them well, and now they have the nerve to ask for money at a time like this?" "That's not fair. We've worked the whole year, and it's almost the holidays. You can't expect us to go home empty-handed One of them argued.

"Exactly. A dead camel still carries weight. Our wages are just a few thousand dollars each. Don't tell us you can't come up with that," another added.

I've always treated you well, like part of the family. And now, you push us like this when we're in trouble?" Heather felt the weight of misfortune crash down on her. Now, even the servants dared to speak to her like this.

Aaron sneered, "Part of the family? Don't kid yourself. You don't even treat your own daughter like family. You've nev really seen us as people."

"Exactly. I don't care what you say, but if you don't pay us today, we'll sue you, another added.

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"Yeah, we'll sue you," they all chimed in, refusing to back down. Their voices made Heather's head throb.

Scott said, "I'm sorry, everyone. Our family really doesn't have the money. I myself do have a little, but it's nowhere near enough for a full month's wages. The most I can give is one thousand dollars each. That's all I've got left. I promise I'll repay the rest later" The three exchanged glances before Aaron finally said, "Let's not make things harder for Mr. Scott. One thousand dollars is" He thought. 'Better than nothing."

"You have money?" Heather quickly grabbed Scott's phone. "Why didn't you say so earlier? Why give it to them?"

That was all Scott had left for his school expenses. Ignoring his mother's protests, he transferred the money to the three.

After the three left, Scott gently supported Heather as they took one last look at the villa before walking away.

Outside, the world was a frozen wasteland, but for Heather and Scott, there was no place they could call home. Harry remained in detention. Owen lay in the hospital, Hastings Group had no one to steer it, and they were drowning in debt. By the next day, Hastings Group declared bankruptcy and went into liquidation. Owen couldn't afford surgery, not even a room to stay in. With the hospital beds in short supply, they moved him into a hallway.

Nathan, meanwhile, had been holed up in a private club, drowning himself in alcohol night after night.

"Sir, your total bill comes to 86 thousand dollars. We've rounded it down for you, so it's an even 80 thousand dollars. Here's the bill, the waiter said politely.

Drunk and disheveled, Nathan fumbled in his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and tossed a card onto the marble table.

The waiter took it with a bow and went to the counter to process the payment. "I'm sorry, sir, but your account seems frozen.

"Frozen?" Nathan hiccupped and threw another card at him.

This back-and-forth went on three or four times, and by now, the waiter was getting frustrated. "Do you even have any money? Not one of these four or five cards works."

"Are you kidding me? Trying to scam me, huh? I'm Nathan from the Hastings family." Nathan slurred, emptying his wallet onto the table, cards scattering everywhere. "Go swipe them all."

"The Hastings family? Do you mean that bankrupt Hastings family? Your family is already drowning in debt with the house. repossessed, and you are still dreaming here." The waiter couldn't help but sneer.

"Shut up!" Nathan staggered, barely able to stand but still trying to put up a fight.

Sensing trouble, the waiter quickly went to fetch the manager.

Just then, a few young men walked past the door, glancing into the room.

"Mr. Huxley, doesn't that guy look familiar?" one asked.

Leading the group, the man in the dark red suit tilted his head nonchalantly and glanced inside. "Well, well, look who it is Isn't that Mr. Nathan of the Hastings family?"

Marcus Huxley pushed open the door to the VIP room, scanning the mess of bottles littering the table. With a smirk, he said, "Still got money for drinks? Funny, I heard Hastings Villa has been seized. You sure you can cover this tab?" Marcus had always looked down on Nathan the most among the rich kids in their circle. The Hastings Tamily's wealth was nothing extraordinary, yet Nathan strutted around like he was special

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"Mr. Huxley, who did you say he is? Mr. Nathan of the Hastings family? Never heard of him, one of the rich kids behind Marcus chimed in. playing along.

"You've never heard of the Hastings family? The whole clan's a disaster. His older brother and sister-both bastards from his dad's affairs. What a lively bunch, huh? The family's overflowing with people," Marcus sneered, drawing laughter from his entourage.

The entire Hastings family had become a running joke in Dellanex.

Hearing their jabs, Nathan slammed a bottle onto the table, glass shattering. "What the hell did you just say? What business. is the Hastings family's problem to you? Get out. All of you, get the hell out!"

At this moment, the manager, who had been called by the waiter, arrived. "Sir, we'll need you to settle your bill. If you pay, we'll have to involve the police."

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Nathan's shoulders slumped, and he looked utterly defeated. His wallet held nothing but frozen cards. He didn't have cash.

Marcus took a step forward, his voice dripping with mockery. "Mr. Hastings, why don't you beg me? Say a few nice words, and maybe I'll help you pay the bill. If not, well, it looks like you'll be joining your brother in detention."