Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
Chapter 278

Tears streamed down Lisa's face, and Ophelia turned her head away, refusing to look.

"Take care." With those words, she took Scott and left without looking back.

Watching her leave, Lisa's worry mounted as she stomped her feet.

"What are we going to do now? Come on, Liam, think of something! Say something!" Lisa pinched Liam's arm.

Liam winced in pain, his eyebrows knitting together as he watched the pair not yet at the door, so he quickly caught up. "Ms. Spencer, where are you going? Let me drive you."

"No need, thank you, Liam." Ophelia thanked him, opting not to use Kenneth's car but called for an Uber instead.

She and Scott got into the car, each on one side. The car slowly drove away from Rosewood Manor, the hillside villa.

Liam watched the car until it disappeared from view before taking out his phone to make a call. "Mr. Sinclair, Ms. Spencer..... she's moved out of Roseerood Manor."

"Where did she move to?" Kenneth's voice on the other end of the phone was calm and hard to read.

"I'm not completely sure." He had tried to offer her a ride just to figure out where they were going. But Ophelia was as sharp as Kenneth, making it impossible to have someone follow them. Liam said, "She didn't take anything with her." Just like when she first came to Rosewood Manor.

In the car, Scott was dressed in a sky-blue tracksuit, his buzzed hair a little longer. His deep brown eyes darted around, occasionally sneaking a look at Ophelia beside him, looking a bit cautious.

He wasn't sure if his being there was causing her any trouble. "Ophelia, where... are we going?"

Ophelia withdrew her gaze from the window and looked at Scott sitting upright next to her, a little uneasy. She had actually forgotten to tell him. "We're moving to a new home, and we won't be living here anymore."

Scott put his hands on his knees and nodded, his expression somewhat awkward.

"What's wrong?" Ophelia asked.

"Ophelia, am I causing you trouble? If I..."

"What are you saying! You're my only family, how could you be a bother! But for now, try to stay in. I'm already contacting a school for you, so you'll be able to start school soon. Let me know if you need anything. I'll also come back early on weekends."

As she spoke, she went over, linked her arm through his, and squeezed his arm. "Well, not bad, you're getting some muscles." "I've been working out on my own." Scott said with a touch of pride. His sister praised him.

Sunlight filtered through the car window, casting a glow on the boy. Scott's emotions were written all over his face.

Watching him like this, Ophelia felt herself becoming much simpler too. It was rare to be able to let her guard down and drop the facade in front of him.

Tue, Dec 3

The third phase of Jumeir Apartment was a series of mid-rise buildings, housing more residents than the earlier phases, with buildings positioned fairly close together. Each floor had two apartments.

It was rush hour, so there was a lot of foot traffic. Just as she stepped out of the elevator, Ophelia nearly collided with someone waiting to get in.

"Sorry about that," came a cheerful male voice from above her.

"It's fine." Ophelia replied, her gaze drifting away without properly looking at the person in front of her, focusing instead on finding the apartment number.

"Are you the new neighbor?" The man asked again. Noting that either of them responded, he offered a friendly hint. "It's probably this way; that side is my place."

Ophelia finally lifted her head to get a better look at the person speaking.

The man was wearing a dark blue plaid suit. He looked to be in his thirties, very gentlemanly, but with a shrewd look typical of businessmen in his eyes. That kind of look was common in the business world. She nodded at the man and walked past him with Scott.

Just then, the elevator arrived again. The man nodded back at her and stepped into it.

There wasn't much interaction, and the man didn't try to be overly friendly, which Ophelia liked. Once everything was settled, she would also need to head to the office.

I have someone come by to look after you." Ophelia said just before heading out.

Scott initially wanted to say that he could take care of himself. But on second thought, he decided not to trouble Ophelia. As long as she's okay with it, hiring a housekeeper would be fine. Shortly after Ophelia left, a middle-aged woman claiming to be a housekeeper rang the doorbell.