A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 141

Quentin Adams suddenly exploded. "Don't you dare talk about Winifred like that!"

He slammed his hand on the table, the force rattling an expensive bottle of vintage wine.

Shelly Hale scrambled to steady the bottle, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Every time I even mention that woman, you completely overreact! You must love her to death. I hurl one insult her way, and you can't handle it?"

"If the kids misbehave, scold the kids!" Quentin snapped. "Stick to the facts. Leave Winifred out of it!"

Shelly let out a bitter laugh. "Ha! The kids are Holden Lockwood's spawn, so it's perfectly fine to insult them because that means insulting their father. But Winifred is off-limits? Is she your precious darling?"

"I'm warning you! It's not your place to judge Winifred's rights and wrongs. Remember your place, or else!"

The argument had circled back to its usual dead end. Touch Winifred, and Quentin would instantly turn on her.

Shelly seethed with resentment, jealousy, and burning dissatisfaction.

But Winifred was Quentin's untouchable sore spot. If she wanted to marry him and become a wealthy CEO's wife, she had to swallow her pride.

Her perfect birthday dinner was being ruined.

Larissa Jordan glanced between Quentin and Shelly, reading the room. She quickly wrapped an arm around Shelly to comfort her.

"Aunt Shelly, don't be mad. We're all on your side. We support you, and we love you."

"I know. Thank you, sweetheart," Shelly said through gritted teeth.

Larissa pointed toward VIP Room 6. "Look at them, Aunt Shelly. Seth and his little crew look absolutely miserable. They can't even compare to you. You're the boss of the clinic, you have Uncle Quentin spoiling you, eating the best food, drinking the best wine. And you have our whole family's respect and love. We all came out to celebrate your birthday, but Seth and the others? Nobody even cares about them."

Shelly followed her gaze.

Celeste Shultz had brought the two children back to their table. Larissa was right—they looked pathetic. Sitting there glancing around, no food ordered, no one keeping them company. Just looking isolated and pitiful.

They really couldn't compare to her. Compared to them, her life was privileged and full of joy.

Larissa poured a glass of wine and brought her younger sister over to toast Shelly. "Aunt Shelly, happy birthday."

"What an absolute embarrassment."

Just then, a glamorous figure floated past their open door.

"Mrs. Channing! You're here too?" Larissa called out in surprise.

It was the mother of one of her classmates, looking thoroughly elegant and draped in sparkling designer wear.

"Hello, Larissa! So this is where you're sitting," Mrs. Channing said, pausing in her tracks.

She turned and walked into their private dining room, holding the hand of her three-year-old daughter, Gwen.

Without missing a beat, Mrs. Channing handed a beautifully wrapped gift bag to Quentin. "Happy birthday to your wife!"

Little Gwen chimed in, "Happy birthday!"

Shelly was standing right next to Quentin, so he naturally passed the gift box over to her.