Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
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"Elia, what are you doing? You can't be planning to kill me, can you? You should think about how I have been good to you...

"Good to me?" Ophelia looked at her coldly, searching through her memories, unable to replace anything related to those words.

Ophelia thought, Was it when the Hastings family took me back only to let me stay in the doghouse? Or when they smashed coffee cups at me to vent their frustration? Or perhaps, was it when they drugged me and sent me to an old man?' Ophelia wore a cold smirk; none of that mattered to her anymore. She just wanted to know what Heather thought of Scott. After all, he was her biological son.

She glanced at Caleb, who immediately yanked Heather by her hair, dragging her upper body back from beyond the railing and throwing her unceremoniously onto the deck. Heather was still in shock, gasping for air, but what she saw before her was even more terrifying. She saw Emily, covered in blood and looking deathly pale. Then she shouted.

She desperately moved back, overwhelmed by the scent of the ocean mixed with the smell of blood, causing her to start retching. Arthat moment, she truly believed that Ophelia was going to kill her.

Ophelia slowly crouched down, gently brushing her fingers through the hair on her face. "Don't worry. You'll die soon, too." "No! Ophelia, let me go, please... You're the daughter I love the most..." Heather said. Ophelia thought, 'What nonsense are you talking about?'

"What about your son?" Ophelia asked.

Heather was too terrified to think clearly, so she just shook her head frantically. "Harry isn't my son! Do whatever you want, but Nathan is still in prison..."

Ophelia frowned, "What about Scott?"

Heather's face looked like she just remembered she had another son named Scott. Her mouth opened slightly. "If you're looking for him, go replace him yourself. Please let me go."

Ophelia clenched her fists, thinking about Scott in the hospital room with an oxygen mask, a vibrant young man who might never wake up again. Her heart ached for his unfair situation. Ophelia was speechless.

Ophelia thought, 'Why did Scott save two terrible people? Sometimes we just can't be too kind.

Heather wanted to speak, but Ophelia gripped her neck tightly with one hand.

The usually calm and indifferent eyes were now filled with a fierce. "Heather, why are you so cruel?"

Heather's face turned bright red, her breathing became more labored, and her hands were trapped behind her back, giving her no chance to struggle.

Her brain was gradually swelling, "Elia, Scott won't just watch you kill me..."

In the next moment, Ophelia's grip relaxed a little.

Heather realized she had made the right choice. She gasped for air, but just as it filled her lungs, the hold on her neck tightened even more.

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"Yes, but he can't see it anymore... Ophelia's voice was very soft, but her grip became stronger.

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"Ophelia!" Seeing Heather about to collapse, Caleb wanted to intervene. Such matters were best left to them; there was no need to dirty Ophelia's hands. He looked pleadingly at Kenneth in the cabin. Suddenly, a large hand caught Ophelia's slender and pale wrist.

Staying in the cabin and letting Ophelia handle this alone, Kenneth stopped her. "Be good, let go. No need to dirty your hands."

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Ophelia's cold eyes were devoid of warmth. Heather's eyes rolled back, and she immediately fainted. Ophelia finally let go. but just as she stood up, her vision suddenly darkened, and she fainted too. Kenneth immediately held her in his arms, pressing the back of his hand against her forehead. Kenneth thought. 'So hot!

"Turn back!" Kenneth ordered, and the yacht immediately turned around. He frowned as he looked at Ophelia in his arms, thinking he should not have let her do that.

At the hospital, Ophelia slept peacefully for the whole day.

In the evening, when the Carnegie family heard about it, they rushed to the hospital, even Theo Carnegie came despite his old age.

"What's going on? Elia was just fine when she left last night!" Theo Carnegie's tone had a hint of blame towards Kenneth. Kenneth's face was serious as he glanced at Theo Carnegie, his eyes cold and intimidating. Kenneth thought, 'Considering he is concerned about Elia, I decided to let it go and not make a big deal out of it."

"Doctor, how is Elia?" Theo Carnegie asked.

Aside from Clara and Rex, the rest of the Carnegie family had gathered, all eyes fixed on the doctor.

"Ophelia has a high fever. We've given her something to reduce it. She should wake up after resting overnight, so there's no major concern."

Bethany anxiously watched Ophelia on the bed, her face pale, worry gripping her heart. "And that's supposed to mean she's alright?"

"Alright, let's head back now. We shouldn't disturb Elia's rest. Kenneth can handle things here on his own," Theo Carnegie instructed, leading the group out of the room, despite their reluctance.

Theo Carnegie thought, 'So many people here are not helpful and would only disturb Elia's rest.

Finlay put an arm around Bethany's shoulders, giving her a reassuring pat. "Don't worry, we'll make some nourishing soup for Elia when we get back. We'll come again first thing tomorrow

"Okay," Bethany nodded and said, taking a peek through the window on the door.

Ophelia lay there peacefully, her long lashes casting a shadow beneath her eyes, as quiet as a sleeping beauty. A transfusion needle was inserted into the back of her pale hand.

Kenneth sat upright in the chair by the bed, unmoving like a statie, not daring to take his eyes off her for a moment. But the slight tremor in his clenched jaw suggested he was making an important decision. The next morning. The first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains into the room.

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A touch of stubble appeared on Kenneth's defined jawline, and his narrow eyes were bloodshot. He stayed by her side the entire night.

Kenneth thought, 'Didn't they say the fever would break, and she would wake up this morning? The fever had subsided by dawn, yet she hadn't woken up.'

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Kenneth reached out again to feel her forehead, noticing her long lashes fluttering slightly and her eyebrows furrowing as if she were in a nightmare.

Suddenly, Ophelia opened her eyes and was met with a blinding white and a pair of elegant hands. Before her vision cleared, a straw was gently pressed to her lips. "Drink water." Kenneth's voice was cold, making her shiver involuntarily.

Ophelia's throat was indeed dry, feeling as if it were burning. She bit down on the straw and drank the warm water, gulping it down sip by sip.

As her vision gradually cleared, she turned her head and saw Kenneth by the bed, cold as ice.

Ophelia coughed immediately. Kenneth pulled out a tissue and gently wiped the corner of her mouth. Kenneth's chest rose and fell as if he were silently fuming.

"I've taken care of it. You don't need to know how. All you need to know is that your freedom is used up," Kenneth said.

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