Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 122

122.Chapter 122

“Ophelia, just you wait!” Daphne spat through gritted teeth, then turned away, looking totally crushed.

Even with all her tough talk, the thought of having to apologize made her feel absolutely humiliated, and she was dying to rip Ophelia to shreds.

Ophelia’s lips curled into a cold smirk. ‘A fake sweetie and a total loose cannon,honestly, they really make a pair, she thought.

Soon enough, Daphne’s voice came through the speakers, sounding forced and awkward. “This is Daphne from the advanced class. I’m here to apologize to Ophelia and Ruby…”

Ophelia curled her lip in disdain. ‘If she knew it’d come to this, why bother putting on a show before?’ she thought to herself.

By the time school let out, it was already late afternoon.

Ophelia was the first to pull out of the parking lot, not wasting a second.

She’d promised to visit her grandfather at the old estate today.

Glancing at the bag on the passenger seat, Ophelia’s lips curled into a faint smile. Inside were a new batch of sleep- inducing aromatherapy she’d made for her grandfather, plus some tonic pills to help with his health.

When she pulled up to the old estate, Ophelia spotted a car parked in the courtyard and paused, her gaze flickering with suspicion.

‘Is that Alaric’s car?’ she wondered.

Before she could think too much, she glanced up and saw Alaric himself standing at the villa’s front door, watching her with a hint of a smile.

Her mood soured instantly, and she had to fight the urge to just turn around and bail.

But then her grandpa stepped out and waved, calling, “Ophelia, you made it!”

“Grandpa,” Ophelia flashed a sweet smile, carrying the bag as she walked over to Tristan.

“Ophelia, you’re just in time. Alaric’s here too. Come on, let’s head inside and talk,” Tristan said warmly.

Ophelia raised an eyebrow at Alaric, giving him a knowing look. “Looks like you were about to head out, Mr. Caldwell. Grandpa, let’s not take up his time.”

“Not at all,” Alaric said, not the least bit embarrassed and still smiling. “I saw Ophelia coming, so I came out to greet her.”

He’d been planning to leave, but once he saw her, he decided to hang around a bit longer.

Ophelia shot Alaric a sharp, warning look, her jaw clenched. “Mr. Caldwell, you don’t have to act like you own the place. This is my home, so maybe try remembering you’re just a guest.”

Alaric arched an eyebrow at her, unfazed. “Then maybe you should remember how to be a proper host, Ophelia. A real host would invite her guest in and actually be welcoming. That’s basic hospitality.”

Ophelia fired right back, not budging an inch. “If a guest knows he’s not wanted, he should have the decency to leave on his own. That’s what a real guest would do.”

“It’s rude to kick out a guest,” Alaric said, then looked to Tristan for backup. “Right, Grandpa?”

Tristan’s face lit up at being called Grandpa, and he quickly urged Ophelia, “Ophelia, don’t be so harsh to Alaric. Go on, invite him inside.”

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