The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 33 It Was a Little Foolish

The online buzz persisted until the afternoon before subsiding. People within the social circle were well aware that Jameson had forsaken Marion, his childhood sweetheart of twelve years, for the scheming Sally, whom many referred to as a ‘she-devil’.

In secret, many criticized Jameson for being blind. Even Tessa Cooper, the wealthy heiress from the Cooper family, who had never been fond of Marion, posted a cryptic message in support of Marion in

her social circle.

Upon seeing Tessa’s post, Cassie felt a sense of nostalgia and shared a screenshot with Marion, saying, “Marion, even that ‘Medusa‘ seems to feel sorry for you!”

Marion and Tessa had never gotten along since childhood. During Marion’s school days, Tessa had frequently framed and sabotaged her. Their relationship was like fire and water, and not even a facade of false friendship remained.

Cassie thought Tessa was ruthless, like a cold-blooded snake, hence the nickname Medusa.

Marion saw Cassie’s screenshot after she finished practicing the piano, and felt a twinge of sentimentality. Look at that, even her arch—enemy found Jameson’s actions excessive. Why had she endured this for so many years?

Marion gave a wry smile, acknowledging that she was not entirely innocent. Indeed, she was perhaps a little foolish.

There was a knock at the door and Marion collected her thoughts. “Come in.” “Miss Marion, what would you like for dinner tonight?”

In the blink of an eye, it was already past four in the afternoon, and another day was quickly passing by. Marion looked away from her phone. “Is my dad coming home for dinner?”

“He is. Mr. Cartier mentioned it before he left this morning.” “Oh, | see.” Marion propped her chin on her hand, as her fingers tapped her cheek. Then, her bright eyes lit up, Can | cook tonight?”

“Of course, you can!” Mable the housekeeper smiled. “Mr. Cartier always praises your cooking skills. He'll be delighted if you cook tonight!”

“Then it’s settled. I'll cook!” - Marion wheeled herself to the kitchen with Mable. It had been a while since she had cooked, and her skills had become rusty.

In the evening, when Richard came home and heard that Marion was cooking that night, he could not hide his joy. Watching his daughter busy in the kitchen, he felt both proud and touched.

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As Marion finished the last dish and had Mable bring it out, she washed her hands and joined them at the dining table. It had been a long time since father and daughter had enjoyed a meal together.

Richard opened a bottle of red wine to celebrate the occasion. “Mar, care for a

“Ill join you, Dad.”

glass?”

Marion handed the wine glass to Richard, who poured her a third of the red wine. Mable and the butler discreetly went downstairs, leaving the space for the father and daughter.

In contrast to the warmth at the Cartiers’, the atmosphere at the Royces‘ was entirely different. Jameson’s affair with two women had caused quite a stir online.

Although no one explicitly accused him of playing both sides, his actions were evident to anyone with

eyes.

That day, Bernadette faced numerous sly remarks in public, and returned home with a visibly distressed expression.

As for Joseph, although no one dared to say anything directly to him, such a major scandal could not entirely silence the gossip around him. A few indirect comments reached his ears.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Due to Jameson’s actions, the Royces had become the laughingstock within their social circle. Even Janice had engaged in several heated arguments due to the unpleasant comments.

Regardless of the quarrels, the fact remained that Jameson, the heir to the Royce family, looked down on a legitimate heiresses but fell for a woman of a questionable background.

The aroma of the meal wafted through the air at the dining table, but none of the Royces touched their utensils. It was evident that they were all waiting for Jameson.

As Jameson's car left the garage, he spotted Sally standing at the entrance.