Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
Chapter 265

Ophelia pushed through the crowd of onlookers and stepped forward, finding Eric lying there, his face ashen, eyes tightly shut, with a gunshot wound on his shoulder.

For a moment, it felt like her mind exploded with a loud ringing

She crouched down, her fingers trembling as she checked his breathing. It was faint, almost nonexistent.

At the same time, Charles rushed over, startled that such an incident could happen on the island. He worried that Ophelia might find out,

Just as Charles was thinking this, he spotted the familiar figure. Mrs. Sinclair..."

"He's still breathing, quickly call for a doctor," Ophelia said.

"Oh, yes..." Charles was momentarily stunned, quickly giving orders to send for the medical team.

An hour later, Eric was lying in a large bed at the hotel, his lean upper body covered by blankets.

His right shoulder was bandaged, and his long hair was messy, cascading around his face. His once youthful face had lost all color, but fortunately, his breathing had steadied, no longer as faint as before. Charles, recognizing him as one of Kenneth and Ophelia's companions, immediately instructed his subordinates to investigate the situation.

A subordinate knocked and entered, first glancing at the man on the bed, then looking at Ophelia.

The words on his lips faltered.

Charles understood, was about to step out with him, but Ophelia stopped him.

"Whatever it is, just say it here," she said.

The burly man pursed his lips, glancing at Charles.

Charles nodded slightly, signaling him to speak. "We've looked into it. This gentleman was dragged out of the airport and thrown into the sea. It was... Mr. Sinclair's men who did it," he said.

He lowered his voice for the second part of the sentence, clearly not fully understanding what had happened.

They had already heard that Kenneth was ruthless in his actions, and this time, they had witnessed it firsthand.

"Was he the only one thrown into the sea?" Ophelia asked, her voice cold.

"Ah? Yes, just him," he replied.

Ophelia's face turned frosty, a heavy stone pressing down on her chest.

'What does this mean? What is Kenneth doing? Ray and Eric went together. If they were discovered, they should have been found together.

'Besides, Eric is my person. He knows what's going on. Even if Kenneth wanted to kill him, at least he would've considered my feelings, right? But he didn't. What exactly happened?' she thought. Ophelia glanced at Eric, who was still lying on the bed. 'What could he have done to anger Kenneth so much?' she wondered. She sighed and decided to wait until Eric woke up to ask him. 1/4

TU:40 Sat, Nov 30

It's alright. Charles, orango ahead, just leave one doctor net door. Ophella said.

"Okay Charles obeyed her instructions and left with his subordinates

Not long after they left, Eric's eyelids fluttered twire.

Erie coughed a few times, then winced as his shoulder wound throbbed. His brows knitted tightly, and his pale face grew even grayer, looking almost lifeless,

Ophelia moved forward and placed a pillow behind his head.

As soon as she finished. Eric's eyes suddenly snapped open.

He tried to sit up but only managed to rise halfway, and the white blanket slipped from around his neck, revealing his bare upper body.

Seeing Ophelia, he grabbed her wrist with surprising force.

You're injured and still so strong," Ophelia said.

Eric's voice was hoarse and weak. "Kenneth... he betrayed you... leave him, he doesn't deserve you."

Ophelia froze for a moment, not quite processing what she had just heard.

Her expression remained calm, but her hands tightened into fists, her nails digging into her palms without her realizing it. "What are you talking about? What... what did see?" you

No one knew, but at that moment, Ophelia felt a chill sweep through her, from her toes to the tips of her hair. Her body felt as though it were submerged in cold ocean water, and her face paled in response. Unconsciously, Ophelia swallowed, and suddenly that phrase she had once heard echoed in her mind. "Men need novelty. After a while, they get bored..."

'Could it really be like that?' Ophelia thought. 'Before my time travel, because I refused him, Kenneth was more devoted. But now, because I've become more proactive and clingy, Kenneth has grown tired of me?' 'Is that why he doesn't care about the people around me, even resorting to violence without considering my feelings? These thoughts flitted through Ophelia's mind in a mere second or two.

Ophelia's heart grew restless, and she easily pulled her wrist free from Eric's grip. "What exactly did you see? Ray went with you. Where is he?"

Eric coughed a few more times. Ophelia, irritated, handed him a glass of water, spilling some on the blanket in the process. Eric took a small sip, and though his shoulder remained numb, the pain seemed to fade. His voice was weak, but having endured countless injuries over the years, these minor wounds meant little to him.

Eric told Ophelia the full story.

As soon as they reached the airport, they were spotted by Kenneth's men.

And during the last surveillance, Kenneth was aware of it.

Ophelia knew it was just as she had expected, which was why she couldn't find anything. Kenneth wouldn't let her discover anything.

Kenneth was definitely on guard, and Ophelia realized she shouldn't have let Eric take that risk.

A hint of guilt flickered phelia's eyes as she grabbed a piece of paper and tossed it aside.

Once Eric had finished speaking. Ophelia's expression slowly began to soften.

Her beautiful eyes held a hint of a smile.

What are you smiling at? I almost died, and you're happy about it?" Eric questioned, suddenly feeling a sharp pain in his shoulder

Ophelia glanced at the white bandage soaked with blood and showed a brief moment of concern. "Don't move too much.. Kenneth won't let you die."

It seemed like a random comment from Ophelia, but it immediately caught Eric's attention.

Eric furrowed his brow. He had been confused just a moment ago, but suddenly realized something. His deep eyes turned toward Ophelia.

Ophelia's expression shifted, the clarity from earlier replaced by a deeper worry.

"You mean... Kenneth deliberately had me brought back this way, just to use me as a mouthpiece to tell you that he betrayed you? Is that what you mean?" Eric asked, unsure if he had guessed correctly. Ophelia nodded slightly.

Ophelia felt a twinge of frustration. How had she only just realized this? Kenneth's actions were designed to make her question their relationship..

'He wants to push me away. So what happened to him?' Ophelia thought to herself.

She glanced at Eric on the bed. "Wait for me here on the island. need to go to Milagia." Ophelia was determined to confront Kenneth personally and get to the truth. "What if... if I'm lucky and he really did betray you... can you accept it?" Eric asked. "He won't," Ophelia replied.

Her gaze was firm and confident, her eyes suddenly sparkling with determination.

The slight tilt of her chin seemed oddly familiar to Eric.

'Damn. She really does look just like Kenneth,' Eric thought.

The plane to Milagia wouldn't leave until early the next morning. While Ophelia wished she could fly there immediately, she didn't have wings, and there was nothing she could do.

She would have to stay for one more night.

After leaving Eric's room, Ophelia returned to her own.

She took the cartoon figurine set from her gift bag and placed it on her bedside table.

Ophelia stared at the figure of Kenneth, a frown forming on her face. "So, what exactly are you hiding from me? Are you planning something dangerous?"

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When Becky Wood woke up, she felt a severe soreness throughout her body. Even her fingers felt weak.

She was all smiles as she recalled what had happened the previous night. Her heart was overflowing with subtle and tender feelings of sweetness.

It had been two years. Sigmund Moolery finally wanted her.

Becky had endured discomfort all night. She was still feeling uncomfortable at the moment. However, as she recalled how passionate Sigmund had been the previous night, her cheeks flushed again. "So, he loves me, right?" she thought to herself.

The sound of the rushing water in the bathroom stopped. Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, Becky immediately closed her eyes shyly.

Feeling a shadow cast over her, Becky's cheeks flushed a little.

The next moment, a warm and large hand suddenly gripped her neck.

Becky opened her eyes in shock and met the man's cold and dark eyes.

Sigmund's tone was cold as he said, "You've got the guts to climb into my bed, but you don't have the guts to look at me, huh?"

His gaze toward her was utterly devoid of the affection that he used to show her in the past. Instead, it was so cold that he appeared to be looking at an enemy.

Becky turned pale. She hurriedly explained, "No, I'm not. I..."

"Becky, why are you so shameless?" Sigmund said coldly. "It is clearly stated in the contract that this marriage is in name only. You have violated the agreement." Becky clearly saw a flash of disgust in his eyes. A wave of intense pain surged through her heart in an instant.

He said it was disgusting.

The passion the previous night was nothing but disgust in his eyes.