The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 157

Chapter 157:

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The others glanced at one another, exchanging uneasy looks as the awkward tension thickened in the room. No one dared move or speak, their hesitation palpable.

Finally, Dexter Ashton, Bruce’s uncle, broke the silence. He nudged his wife, Gloria, from behind with an impatient hand.

“What are you standing there for? Go on and apologize already!”

Gloria spun around to glare at him, her frustration bubbling over.

“Why are you pushing me? If you’re so eager, then you do it!”

The stakes weren’t lost on Dexter. Farris wasn’t getting any younger, and if this incident led to their being cut off from the inheritance, the loss would be devastating.

Faced with the gravity of the situation, Dexter, who usually deferred to his domineering wife, stood his ground for once. His voice was unyielding as he declared, “If you don’t apologize today, Gloria, we’re getting a divorce!”

Gloria stared at him in disbelief, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“Dexter, how could you… how could you even mention divorce to me?”

“A venomous woman like you has no place here!” Dexter shot back, his face dark with anger.

“I’ll make it simple—either you apologize to Miss Holland right now, or we’re through. And don’t think for a second you’ll leave with anything!”

Gloria instinctively scanned the faces of the Ashton family, silently pleading for someone to step in. But all she was met with were cold, disapproving stares. Their expressions carried a quiet reproach, as if sharp daggers were aimed at her from every direction.

Her chest tightened with the suffocating weight of isolation, and for the first time, she felt the stark fear of being utterly alone, everyone poised against her. Straightening her spine with visible effort, Gloria clenched her trembling hands into fists at her sides. Her lips quivered as she forced herself to whisper, “I’m sorry.”

Her voice was so faint, it barely reached the ears of those closest to her. Corrine didn’t even lift her gaze, casually sipping her coffee as if the apology was nothing more than background noise.

The tension in the room thickened as the silence stretched. It was obvious to all—Corrine wasn’t remotely satisfied.

Several family members quickly stepped in, practically dragging Gloria forward as they whispered urgently, “Your voice was way too soft just now.”

gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈n – 𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖛𝓲𝖊𝖗𝓽

“And your attitude? Completely insincere!”

“When apologizing, you need to lower yourself. Show some real remorse—you’re not here to save face, you’re here to ask for forgiveness!”

Corrine watched the absurd spectacle unfold before her, her expression calm but her eyes glinting with subtle disdain. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, almost imperceptible.

Ah, this was the essence of human nature, laid bare.

The bonds of family crumbled to dust when personal interests hung in the balance. In the Ashton family, a facade of harmony masked the festering betrayal and rivalry beneath.

If it meant salvaging their own skin, they wouldn’t hesitate to turn Gloria into the ultimate scapegoat, sacrificing her entirely to atone for their collective failures.

Gloria clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, leaving faint crescents in her skin. Yet, she felt no pain, only the sting of humiliation. Lowering her gaze to the floor, she forced her pride down and bent slightly.

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