He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 257

She complained softly to the women around her, her tone dripping with grievance and bitter resentment.

"You have no idea how manipulative she is. My mom won't even speak to me now."

She softened her voice further, forcing a choked sob.

"She's completely obsessed with that outsider. Meanwhile, I, her actual daughter, am treated like the outsider."

The socialites standing around her held their drinks, offering perfectly polite expressions of sympathy, though their eyes betrayed a hungry curiosity for the drama.

Before Sabrina could finish her sentence, Lydia Lewis, sitting nearby, let her expression darken completely.

She furrowed her brow, her fingers unconsciously tightening around her champagne flute. Her tone was laced with sharp disapproval.

"Sabrina, don't talk about her like that."

Sabrina froze, turning to stare at her best friend, completely caught off guard.

Lydia couldn't suppress her irritation anymore, her voice rising slightly.

"K is my idol. I won't let you talk about her that way."

Sabrina was stunned. She hadn't expected her closest confidante to defend an outsider.

Lydia pressed on, "Besides, my dad told me Ms. K didn't even invite herself that day. Your father personally sent an invitation to bring her. Are you sure you haven't misunderstood something?"

"You!" Sabrina's face burned crimson with rage. Pointing a trembling finger at Lydia, she sputtered, "Lydia, did she brainwash you? You're publicly slapping me in the face for some outsider?!"

The surrounding socialites exchanged quick, knowing glances, utterly thrilled by the unfolding spectacle.

Lydia merely scoffed. She pulled out her phone, opened an app, and shoved the screen toward everyone.

"Look for yourself!"

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