The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 28

Chapter 28:

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Corrine stood frozen, her blank stare fixed on Waldo Ford, momentarily paralyzed by shock. Her single, pressing thought: Why was her uncle here?

“Look at you, you adorably stubborn girl,” Waldo remarked, his tone laced with mock disdain, though the warmth in his gaze betrayed him. With a teasing grin, he reached out and tousled Corrine’s hair.

“I’m not stubborn,” Corrine retorted, swatting his hand away as she led him toward the sofa.

Bruce’s eyes narrowed as they flicked between Corrine and the man beside her. The tension in the air was palpable before he broke the silence with an edged question.

“What’s your relationship with him?”

At the sound of his voice, Corrine’s lighthearted smile froze, her expression hardening as she turned to him.

“Why are you still here?”

Bruce’s tone sharpened as if he were a husband uncovering betrayal.

“Answer me! What’s your relationship?”

A cold, mocking smile curved Corrine’s lips.

“And what position are you in to question me, Mr. Ashton?”

Bruce began, but the words caught in his throat. There was no legitimate argument he could muster.

Corrine’s sardonic smile deepened as she gestured toward the door.

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“Mr. Ashton, let me repeat myself—leave.”

Bruce stood stiffly, his lips pressed into a tight line as his eyes darted toward Waldo. Without another word, he grabbed Leah’s hand and turned on his heel to leave.

Yet as he reached the door, he hesitated, glancing back at Corrine with an unreadable expression clouding his eyes.

The moment they were out, Corrine walked to the door and slammed it shut with a resounding bang, the sound reverberating through the ward.

Leah glanced at the closed door, her expression unreadable before she turned to Bruce. Her lips curved into a faint, detached smile.

“Corrine seems to have quite a collection of male friends. Meanwhile, I only have you.”

Bruce remained silent, his thoughts elsewhere. Leah’s smile faltered for a moment before she pressed on.

“That man looked older. Have you met him before? Any idea who he is?”

Bruce’s brows furrowed slightly, his voice low and uncertain.

“Perhaps someone she’s worked with before.”

“I see,” Leah murmured, her tone contemplative.

Inside the ward, Karina picked up her bag, her gaze settling briefly on Corrine.

“Now that you have company, I’ll take my leave.”

She gave Waldo a polite nod before walking out, her heels clicking against the polished floor.

With Karina gone, the ward suddenly felt much larger, the silence settling like a blanket around Corrine and Waldo.

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