Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79

Chapter 79

“Stop concerning yourselves with matters that are none of your business,” she said, her gaze cool and dismissive. Her tone was calm yet carried an unmistakable air of arrogance. “Now, move aside. You’re blocking the way.”

“Don’t push your luck!” Maxwell finally snapped, his voice laced with warning. “Just because you’ve hooked up with some rich boy, you think you’re something special now?”

“And to think you’d flaunt yourself like this instead of hiding your shame,” Abigail cut in, her tone dripping with self-righteous indignation that thinly veiled her contempt. “Don’t you dare tell anyone you were once part of the Vossen family.

“We won’t have you dragging our name through the mud with you.”

“Drag the Vossen name through the mud?” Ophelia’s retort was laced with scorn. “If you’ll recall, I go by Rowle now.”

“Ophelia, we understand changing your surname,” Layla interjected, her face a mask of feigned concern. “But to just make up a name? And you wouldn’t even take your biological father’s surname. This kind of… social climbing is just wrong.”

Beneath her gentle facade, Layla seethed with resentment. Ophelia’s composure grated on her.

Back when she lived in the cleaner’s household, Layla had endured the condescending stares of their peers, yet Ophelia had always carried herself with an inexplicable dignity, never once appearing diminished or ashamed.

Ophelia actually laughed at this. “Social climbing?” she repeated, amused.

‘Isn’t she describing herself?’ she thought.

“You’re absolutely right,” Ophelia nodded, her tone deliberately agreeable. “When it comes to the Vossen family, my disdain is quite profound.”

“You… you actually admit it?” Layla stammered, her expression one of theatrical heartbreak until the full meaning of Ophelia’s words registered. “Wait, what did you say?”

She had admitted to social climbing, but the object of her contempt was the Vossen family itself.

Ophelia watched with detached amusement as Layla’s face froze in comical confusion.

“Put on whatever act you want,” Abigail cut in, her voice dripping with scorn. “But let’s be clear. The Vossens are in an entirely different league from your cleaning-lady mother. What right do you have to look down on us?”

She let out a derisive snort, convinced Ophelia was merely bluffing to save face.

Ophelia shrugged, entirely unbothered. “That’s no concern of yours. After all, I’m not the one currently reduced to begging for favors.”

She had built the Vossens’ prosperity herself. If she chose to withdraw her support, they would be left with nothing but their pride.

Struck by the painful truth in her words, Abigail fell silent, her face darkening. She had never realized just how formidable Ophelia could be.

Just then, a murmur of activity from the venue’s entrance drew their attention. Guests had begun to emerge. Abigail drew a sharp breath, forcing her anger down as she turned to Cameron. “We’re wasting time here. She’ s probably stalling us deliberately, keeping us from helping Aaron. None of this would have happened if it weren’t for her.”

At the mention of her son, her eyes flashed with such venomous hatred it seemed to thicken the air around them. Yet the urgency of their situation held her back for now.

Cameron, too, had noticed the departing crowd. He fixed Ophelia with a weighted stare, the kind that usually preceded a calculated move.

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Chapter 79

“Whatever our… disagreements,” he began, straining to keep his tone even, “I’m glad to see you’ve landed on your feet.”

Ophelia answered with nothing more than a soft, dismissive hum. His thinly veiled agenda was as transparent as glass to her.

“Ignore her, Cameron,” Abigail insisted, pulling at his sleeve while shooting Ophelia a glare that promised this wasn’t over.

“You’re here for a reason, aren’t you?” Ophelia remarked. “Don’t let me keep you. I’ve got nothing but time, but Aaron? His trial is wrapping up soon. If you don’t find a way out, he’ll be trading his suits for a prison uniform.”

Her words, delivered with a slight, chilling smile, struck Abigail like a physical blow.

“You spiteful little bitch! This is all your fault.” Rage overrode reason. Abigail’s hand shot up, poised to strike.

“Stop! What do you think you’re doing?” A sharp voice cut through the tension, freezing Abigail’s arm mid-air.

A man in a chauffeur’s uniform swiftly moved to Ophelia’s side. “Is everything all right, Ms. Rowle?”

“I’m fine,” she replied calmly. Even without his intervention, the blow would never have landed.

The driver was relieved and turned to Abigail, his expression stern. “Who are you? How dare you raise your hand against Ms. Rowle?”

“And who are you to interfere?” Abigail shot back, her contempt evident as she eyed his uniform.

The driver paused, momentarily taken aback. Though he wore a chauffeur’s attire, he represented the Rowle family, a fact anyone in their social orbit would recognize instantly, if not by his presence, then by the discreetly luxurious car idling nearby.

Yet these people seemed utterly oblivious.

“Ms. Rowle, these people…” The driver’s voice trailed off, his puzzled gaze shifting between Ophelia and the Vossen family.

He couldn’t quite comprehend their apparent ignorance of the Rowle name, a fact any established family in their circles would immediately recognize.

“No one who matters,” Ophelia said, her tone final. Weary of the spectacle, she gestured lightly toward the waiting car. “Let’s go.”

Taking her cue, the driver turned to the Vossens with a stern warning. “Consider yourselves fortunate that Ms. Rowle is choosing to be gracious today. I suggest you learn to recognize those above your station unless you wish to become unwelcome in Dunhollow.”

His expression darkened at the thought of what might have happened had Ophelia been offended under his watch.

Moving swiftly, he opened the rear door and stood at attention. “Your car is ready, Ms. Rowle.”

With her chin slightly lifted, Ophelia glided toward the vehicle with the natural elegance of someone born to privilege.

“Dad,” Maxwell murmured, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully, “doesn’t she seem… different now?” He found himself unable to ignore her commanding presence.

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