Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
Jilted Bride 146

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Just then, a little boy who had received some food walked up to her. "Miss, my grandma asked me to thank you..."

One of the little boy's sleeves was empty, and his cheeks were rosy. His smile was as bright as a blooming flower. Soon after, a little girl came over, her lips showing signs of a congenital cleft lip.

In her flushed palms, she held a few beautiful seashells. "Thank you, Miss. I found these shells and I want to give them to you." These might be the best things she had to offer. Ophelia cherished the shells as she took them. "They're lovely, thank you."

Seeing her appreciation, the little girl was overjoyed, her blue eyes resembled a sky full of stars.

Every child was like a little angel, yet the kids in the slums weren't even wanted at orphanages.

So, people needed to address the slum problem at its root. That way, the children and the elderly here could be taken care of. People here deserved fair treatment. People who worked hard to live shouldn't end

up like this.

Ophelia gracefully jumped down from the wall and walked toward the beach. The closer she got, the stronger the smell of rotten fish and shrimp, much worse than any seafood market. She picked up an empty plastic bottle and filled it with seawater.

She recalled that during dinner at the Carnegie Villa today, Bethany mentioned that her eldest brother, Jackson, studied biology abroad and had already been accepted into the Heloria Research Institute.

She thought, 'Maybe I can ask him to test the components of this water.

"There's a political and business dinner the day after tomorrow. It may be a good opportunity to replace out about the permits and materials needed to develop this area.

Just as Ophelia turned to leave, something suddenly lunged at her. On closer inspection, it was a person with missing limbs The individual, with wild hair, screamed, but when her mouth opened, her tongue had clearly been cut out. The scene was quite terrifying. The missing arm supported her as she climbed up and lunged at Ophelia again.

Barrett was quick and kicked the person away as easily as shooing off a stray dog. "Asking for trouble!"

The person fell backward, her loose hair flying back, revealing half of her face.

Ophelia recognized her immediately. It was Heather.

Heather cried out in pain and despair. She was unable to speak, but her eyes were filled with intense hatred and fear towards Ophelia.

Her limbs were all cut off, and her tongue was removed. She was in a state worse than death, just a shell of a person. Kenneth surely knew how to torture people better than Ophelia did.

Dying was simple; living liked a beast was the true suffering. There wasn't a trace of sympathy in Ophelia's eyes. In the end, everyone got what they deserved; her life and death were none of Ophelia's business.

She left the slums and returned to the downtown. Ophelia had arranged to meet Jackson to hand over the seawater she had

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brought back from the slums, hoping he could help test it.

Jackson said, "No problem at all, it's a piece of cake. The research institute is on holiday right now, and my lab isn't set up yet, but I'll get the test results for you as soon as possible."

"Alright, thanks a lot, Jackson. But this water might contain toxic substances, so be careful."

"Don't worry." Jackson smiled slightly. The way his soft-spoken little sister Ophelia called him "Jackson" sounded so nice to him.

By the time Ophelia returned to Rosewood Manor, it was already dark.

Kenneth sat in the living room, going through some documents, occasionally glancing at the clock. He thought, 'Well, she has spent the whole day out.

"I'm back." Ophelia said.

Kenneth turned his head, his gaze landing on Ophelia, but soon his attention shifted downward.

At the doorway stood Ophelia holding the hand of a little toddler, just up to her thigh in height. Together, they made quite the picture.

"Hey, Ken." Wyatt blinked his big, grape-like eyes. He wore a khaki children's coat and waved at Kenneth with the seriousness of a little adult.

Kenneth's eyes showed a hint of surprise once more. "What are you doing here?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Wyatt.

Wyatt answered seriously, "I came to see how well you're taking care of Ophelia." Saying this, Wyatt tilted his head to look up at Ophelia. "So far, so good. I guess I can trust Ophelia to you."

Kenneth was speechless. He thought, 'Do I really need your reassurance, little guy?'

Wyatt sighed and said, "Before you showed up, I had already made a deal with my mom that when I grew up, I would marry Ophelia."

Ophelia was silent and she thought, 'Sweetie, that's quite a grown-up thought!

Kenneth's face darkened, his sharp eyes slightly squinting as he walked over to Wyatt. Looking at Wyatt who barely reached his thigh, he gently flicked a finger at his forehead. "You think you can marry my woman? You little jerk!" Ophelia shot Kenneth a glare. "What are you saying!"

She thought, 'Is it really okay to say something like that to a five-year-old kid?"

Wyatt seemed partly understanding, his gaze drifting through the patio windows to spot a towering Ferris wheel. "Wow, Ophelia, you even have an amusement park?"

"Wanna play?" Ophelia crouched down and gently patted his little head.

Chloe was usually worried about Wyatt getting hurt, so she rarely took him to crowded places, let alone amusement parks. Wyatt nodded.

*Ill take you out to play tomorrow, okay? It's a little late today. Let's take a bath and go to sleep first, alright?" Ophelia's voice was incredibly gentle.

"Okay." Wyatt obediently nodded in agreement.

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Kenneth frowned, his face darkening a few shades. "You're not seriously going to bathe this little guy yourself, are you? Boys and girls shouldn't be that close!"

"But I'm just a kid! I don't have a dad, so it's always my mom who gives me baths." Wyatt wrapped his arms around Ophelia's neck, his innocent words carrying a touch of sadness.

Kenneth took a deep breath and, with patience, picked Wyatt up into his arms. "How about I replace you a better place to stay?"

Somehow, Kenneth's words sounded as persuasive as a wolf coaxing sheep. After he finished speaking, Kenneth then awkwardly carried him straight upstairs. Looking at their backs, there was a certain warmth in the scene. However, Kenneth wasn't taking Wyatt back to their room.

"Where are you taking him?" Ophelia followed them.

Kenneth just smiled slightly and opened a guest room on the second floor.

In the bathroom, the sound of water splashed loudly.

Noah was singing while taking a shower. Hearing Noah's voice, Ophelia paused at the doorway.

"Noah, clean up this little one!" Kenneth placed Wyatt in the room and quickly shut the door without waiting for a response.

"You asked Noah to bathe him?" Ophelia's eyes widened. "That's not okay! Last time during the video call, Noah scared Wyatt! Besides, Wyatt can't get hurt..."

"Ophelia, don't worry. I can take care of myself, so don't worry about me." Wyatt's soft voice came through the door.

Kenneth turned around, squinting, and looked straight at Ophelia in front of him, pinning her against the corridor wall. "Girl, don't think I don't know what you're up to." 12:41 Sun, Nov