Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78

Chapter 78

“Fine. We might not be able to get in, but the Rowles have to come out eventually. This is our only shot. We can’t afford to miss it.” Cameron’s mind was set on making connections with the Rowle family. He knew this was their final opportunity.

Noticing their father’s grim expression, Maxwell and Layla immediately fell silent.

As their eyes drifted toward the venue entrance, Layla murmured, “It should be wrapping up soon, shouldn’t it? It’s been hours.”

But Maxwell was frowning, his attention locked on a striking figure near the door. “Mom, Dad, that person over there, doesn’t she look like…”

“Where? Has Mr. Rowle come out?” Abigail’s voice lifted with excitement, but the moment she recognized Ophelia, she froze.

Layla couldn’t hold back a sharp gasp. “What is she doing here?”

“That little witch,” Abigail hissed under her breath. The next moment, she stormed over, fury in her steps.” Ophelia! What do you think you’re doing here?”

In Abigail’s eyes, it was all because of Ophelia. Aaron’s reputation was destroyed, and now he faced the prospect of prison.

Ophelia cast a cool glance at the group, her eyebrow slightly arched in disdain. “I’m here as a guest, obviously.”

“You, a guest?” Layla retorted, her voice dripping with feigned incredulity. “This is an elite event. Why would they ever invite someone like you?”

Beneath the pretended confusion simmered bitter resentment. She thought, ‘I didn’t even make it inside. How does a cleaner’s daughter deserve this?’

A faint, mocking smile touched Ophelia’s lips. “Since when do I answer to you?”

“You!” Layla recoiled as if struck, her face paling with fury while her eyes burned with undisguised envy.

She couldn’t help but scrutinize Ophelia’s elegant gown and exquisite jewelry. Every piece appeared finer and more valuable than her own.

‘Where had she gotten them?’ she wondered.

The bitter thought festered, twisting into venomous jealousy. Clenching her jaw, Layla adopted a tone of false concern. “Mom said you’d latched onto some boy toy.

“We didn’t want to believe it, but I guess it’s true, isn’t it? He’s the one who got you the invitation, right?”

Confident in her narrative, she swiftly draped Ophelia in the mantle of scandal.

“Know your place,” Abigail cut in sharply, her voice laced with contempt. “Just because some man procured an invitation for you doesn’t mean you belong here.”

The sheer injustice of Ophelia gaining entry while they remained barred outside was a bitter pill to swallow.

Ophelia could barely suppress an eye-roll. ‘What is wrong with these people?’ she thought.

Interpreting her silence as confirmation, Layla felt a surge of satisfaction. She raised her voice, lacing it with artificial pity. “She’s right, Ophelia. This arrangement of yours can’t last. You should return to a life that suits your station.”

Internally, she seethed. ‘Go back to the drudgery where you belong.’

But Ophelia had endured enough of their theatrics. Her gaze swept over Layla with chilling detachment. “If you’ re suffering from delusions, seek professional help. Don’t make a scene here.”

Layla stared back, her face contorting in shock and outrage. “How dare you insult me just because you’ve been exposed!”

“Who’s insulting you? I’m just stating facts Ophella replied calmly, her expression deceptively sincere as she

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added, “And from the looks of it, your condition is quite severe.”

She thought to herself, ‘What a performance. Who is she even trying to fool?’

“You!” Layla was rendered speechless, a choked gasp trapped in her throat.

“Ophelia.” Cameron’s voice interrupted, heavy with scrutiny.

She turned her cool, impassive gaze to him, silently challenging him to speak.

A flicker of irritation rose within Cameron, but he quickly suppressed it. “Is it true?” he probed, still sizing her up. “You actually had a formal invitation?”

“Do you see any other way?” Ophelia arched an eyebrow, her tone laced with sarcasm. “I think we both know no one gets past that door without one.”

“Watch your tone!” Maxwell snapped, falling back on his usual bluster.

The fact that she had been inside while they were excluded was a direct blow to his pride.

After all, in their eyes, Ophelia was nothing but the discarded foster daughter of the Vossen family.

“Maxwell, that’s enough.” Cameron’s voice was low but firm as he cut off his son.

A flicker of surprise crossed Ophelia’s features. Cameron, who had always favored his sons, was actually reprimanding Maxwell.

The faintest hint of a smile touched her lips as she understood. The Vossens were truly desperate now.

Her cool gaze returned to Cameron, regarding him with detached indifference, utterly unmoved by this rare display of paternal correction.

Cameron had already rearranged his face into an unconvincing mask of warmth. “Ophelia, your mother mentioned you’ve been seeing someone?”

A soft, derisive laugh escaped her. “Seeing someone? I thought you said I’d ‘latched onto a boy toy”.”

Cameron’s smile strained at the edges. “Your mom is just concerned. She worries you might be taken advantage of.”

“My mom?” Ophelia’s tone sharpened, turning icy. “You will mind your words, Mr. Vossen. My mother is not here.” She had no intention of indulging their sudden attempt at familiarity.

Her cold dismissal sent visible discomfort through the family. The message was unmistakable. She rejected any connection to them.

Even Cameron’s composure cracked. He had lowered himself, and she had refused him utterly.

“Ophelia, your mother is just a cleaner,” Layla interjected, her wide eyes projecting a facade of sincerity, as if explaining a simple truth to a deluded child. “There’s no comparison to mine.”

She then clutched Abigail’s arm, a picture of filial devotion. “My mom only offers you kindness out of sentiment for the past. Don’t be so ungrateful.”

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