Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
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Chapter 169

The atmosphere around turned tense, and quite a few onlookers were drawn over.

The large supermarket somehow made people feel short of breath.

Sensing Ophelia's overwhelming pressure, the people nearby didn't dare intervene, only muttering among themselves.

Someone said, "Oh dear, it's all just a misunderstanding."

Another one claimed, "Yeah! Don't start a fight! Can't we talk this over peacefully?"

People at other checkout counters quickly pulled out their phones, eager to film the scene.

Ophelia's face was blank, her jaw slightly tightened, and her eyes were icy.

It was the first time Sharon saw Ophelia like this. It seemed that Ophelia had been enraged. Ophelia just coldly stated, ""Apologize!"

The grip of Ophelia's hand kept tightening, making the woman's face turn even paler.

She yelled, "Oh... I... I apologize! I'm sorry! What more do you want from me?"

Feeling like her bones might break, the woman immediately backed down.

"Not to me," Ophelia said and suddenly let go of her grip.

The woman retreated two steps, her arm entirely numb. Squinting at the girl, she spoke with a condescending tone, "Sorry, are you satisfied now?"

The apology was as insincere as it could possibly be.

The little girl lowered her head and whispered, "It's... It's okay."

Ophelia's intense anger was doused by those simple words from the little girl.

She felt distressed that such a kind child was undeservedly treated poorly.

The woman's eyes darted about nervously as she kept glancing at Ophelia.

Since Ophelia didn't say anything else, the woman immediately rushed off, vanishing from her sight.

A flicker of satisfaction lit up the girl's eyes. No one had ever apologized to her before, and this unexpected gesture of respect was a new experience for her. Although it wasn't grand, she found herself quite pleased with it. She said, "Thanks, miss."

The girl thanked Ophelia, her eyes twinkling like stars.

She handed over the biscuits in her hand to pay.

Soon, her small figure disappeared into the crowd.

Order quickly returned to the checkout area.

Ophelia went back to her shopping cart, feeling depressed.

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After paying the bill, Ophelia accompanied Sharon back to the film set and then drove off alone.

As Ophelia drove past the entrance of the large supermarket she had recently left, she noticed the little girl wearing at tattered black cap.

The girl opened the package of compressed cookies and shared them with two kids younger than her standing nearby.

Each of the two kids held a blue water bottle without a label.

The three kids huddled in a corner, unnoticed, taking bites of the biscuits and sips of cold water.

After filling their stomachs, they beamed innocent smiles.

Seeing this, Ophelia was more determined to change the slums.

Chloe had inquired of Ophelia, "Why not consider establishing essential infrastructure such as schools and healthcare facilities in the vicinity of the slums initially?"

Ophelia had actually thought about it long ago.

However, she knew she couldn't disrupt the normal order of the city and the country.

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If a free school and hospital were established near the slums, setting aside the high costs of staffing and operating a hospital, it could result in the already unmotivated residents becoming even more dependent on these facilities for their survival. It would make those who paid for schooling and healthcare feel unfair.

In this city, it was not just the wealthy and those in the slums; there were many ordinary people.

Ophelia once gave Chloe an example. She said, "It's like calling 911 is free, but taking an ambulance costs money.

"Even though both are about saving lives, if ambulances became free, people might start calling one for every little headache or cold, making it so those who really need an ambulance can't get one quickly."

That would disrupt the order of this country.

It was essential to make the slums disappear and ensure they were not remembered as a dirty part of the city, providing true fairness and justice. That was the way to solve the root problem. Human nature was inherently greedy.

Once they got one thing, they wanted more.

Ophelia didn't want to be a great philanthropist who provided everything the poor needed without conditions.

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

After a busy day, Harris had just come home when Cecilia hooked her arm around his.

She said, "Dad, I want to change a job."

"What? For heaven's sake! Do I even look like I'm your new job? What's wrong with this job?" Harris asked.

Cecilia was fuming.

She exclaimed, "Do you realize who the CEO of the company is that you got me to work for? It's the woman from the Carnegie family who spilled red wine on my dress during the cruise!" 2/4 09:47 Tue, Nov 19 BBB

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Ever since Ophelia's last visit to the company, everyone had regarded Cecilia as an airhead who secured her position due to connections.

Facing those people's cold shoulders was driving Cecilia crazy.

She felt like a figurehead in the HR department, as everything was only superficially communicated to her.

On the surface, the staff members seemed friendly, but whenever Cecilia saw them whispering together, she was sure they were talking about her.

Cecilia couldn't stand working there any longer.

Harris' expression was serious.

Normally, he would have agreed to Cecilia's request, but this time, he couldn't.

He said, "Behave yourself for now. I'm busy with the Dellanex mayoral election. There will be plenty of chances to deal with the Carnegie family, so take your time."

Just then, Harris' phone rang, displaying the caller ID: [Fiona Walters].

He quickly answered with a smile, "Hello, Ms. Walters, it's me..."

Watching Harris walk right past her and head upstairs, Cecilia stomped her foot in frustration.

She cursed in her heart, 'Ophelia! You witch! Just wait and see!'

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As Ophelia returned to Rosewood Manor, Kenneth's car had just come to a stop ahead of hers.

She gave a light honk and parked her car. As Kenneth stepped out slowly, she walked forward and took his arm.

She said sweetly, "Honey."

She was about to rise on tiptoes for a kiss but paused as she lifted her head.

Ophelia found the man's eyes serious. He frowned slightly, and in just a second, she noticed a mix of complex emotions in his eyes.

Ophelia was momentarily taken aback by the man's stern and solemn demeanor. Clad in authoritative black, his attire mirrored his temperament. At that moment, his delicate facial features appeared distinctly strict.

"Mr. West?" Ophelia stammered, swallowing nervously, wishing she had never returned.

A moment later, Ophelia felt a cold, sharp gaze focusing on her, prompting her to quickly pull her hand back.

Turning her head, she saw Kenneth standing by the other side of the car, looking at them with a dark expression and cold eyes.

Ophelia quickly stepped back, putting some distance between her and Adams.

Kenneth moved between them, blocking Ophelia's view.

He shot a chilly glance at Adams and said in a cold tone, "Stay here. I'll get him out for you."