Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 13

**Paths Lead To Purpose — Kevin Masters**

**Chapter 13**

Zoe felt a hot wave of embarrassment wash over her, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. The mere thought of the house overflowing with an array of sweet dishes made her stomach twist in knots. No matter how hard she tried, the idea of swallowing even a second piece of pudding felt impossible. “Alright, Dad,” she managed to say, her voice strained, “but I snuck a lot before the meal, and honestly, I’m already full. I think I’ll just head out early.” As she spoke, she could feel Ophelia’s gaze on her, sharp and discerning. Zoe noticed her sister’s pale complexion and immediately sensed that Ophelia was on the brink of smirking at her discomfort. “Take care, Zoe,” Ophelia said, her tone dripping with mock concern.

Zoe rolled her eyes at her sister’s teasing, feeling a mix of irritation and embarrassment, before hurrying out of the room, desperate for some fresh air.

Meanwhile, Adrian and Victoria remained blissfully unaware of the tension that had just unfolded. With their son Owen and daughter Ophelia around, they continued to enjoy their meal, laughter and conversation flowing freely as they savored each bite together as a family.

Little did they know, Zoe had already dashed to the restroom, her body heaving violently as she emptied the contents of her stomach.

In the blink of an eye, morning turned to afternoon, and the next day dawned. Zoe had declared her intention to sleep in, opting to avoid breakfast altogether.

After the meal, Owen grabbed his backpack and headed out the door for school, Adrian left for the company, and Victoria took Ophelia along for a significant appointment—changing her name.

As Ophelia received her new personal documents, a soft smile spread across her face, her heart swelling with emotion. “Ophelia Rowle,” she whispered to herself, feeling a profound sense of belonging wash over her. It was a name that finally felt like home, a name that tied her to the Rowle family.

“Yes, I spoke with your father about it. Since you’re accustomed to your name, we’ve decided not to change it completely. You’ll simply reclaim the Rowle surname,” Victoria explained, her voice gentle and reassuring. She understood the hardships Ophelia had faced while living with the Vossen family, and she hoped this change would instill a deeper sense of belonging in her daughter.

“Thank you, Mom,” Ophelia replied, relief flooding her. The thought of having to adapt to a new name had been daunting, and now, she felt a weight lift off her shoulders.

“From today onwards, I’m Ophelia Rowle,” she declared with a bright smile that radiated warmth and happiness.

Victoria couldn’t help but smile back, her heart swelling with pride at the sight of her daughter’s joy.

As they stepped outside, the clock read ten o’clock. Victoria had planned to take Ophelia shopping for some daily necessities, but Ophelia glanced at her watch and felt a pang of urgency. Zachary’s surgery was scheduled for later in the day, and she realized that if they didn’t leave soon, they would be too late. She turned to her mother, her expression serious. “Mom, I need to go to the hospital for something today.”

A wave of concern washed over Victoria. “Are you feeling unwell?” she asked, her voice laced with worry.

Ophelia shook her head firmly. “No, I’m fine. I’m just visiting an elderly acquaintance,” she replied, carefully crafting her words. She thought to herself, ‘I told them yesterday that I work in IT. If I mention I’m going to the hospital for surgery, Mom might panic. It’s better to keep it to myself for now. Plus, I’ll be seeing Connor, so it’s not entirely a lie.’

“Oh, alright. Do you want me to come with you?” Victoria offered, her maternal instincts kicking in.

“No, Mom. You don’t know him, and I’m worried it might be awkward for both of you,” Ophelia explained, trying to ease her mother’s worries.

“You’re right. I’ll have the driver take you there,” Victoria said, her tone shifting to one of acceptance.

“Okay,” Ophelia nodded, grateful for her mother’s understanding. She bid her farewell and climbed into the car, the driver setting off for Dunhollow Hospital.

During the ride, Ophelia quickly typed out a message to Alaric: [Mr. Caldwell, I’m on my way. Please notify the hospital to be ready for surgery at any time.]

Within seconds, Alaric’s response came through—a simple “OK.” It was clear he had been anticipating her arrival.

Upon reaching the hospital, Ophelia was met at the entrance by Ryan Brooks, Alaric’s assistant. “Dr. Vossen, the operating room is ready. Please follow me,” Ryan instructed, his demeanor professional and efficient.

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