Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95

Chapter 95

“It’s just that feeling of dread. What if something had actually happened?” Victoria confessed, her voice trembling.

The idea of anything happening to her daughter now that she was back home was more than she could bear.

“Mom, it’s my fault. I should have been looking out for Ophelia,” Zoe cut in, her face pale with performative regret. “Why don’

t we ride to school together from now on? That way, if anything happens, we can help each other.”

Ophelia barely held back an eye-roll. Whether Zoe was trying to win favor or had other motives, she wanted no part of it.

“Not necessary. I can manage on my own,” she replied flatly. The last thing she needed was an unwanted shadow.

Zoe bit her lip, putting on a wounded look. “But Ophelia, if something happened to you, everyone would worry.”

Ophelia raised a brow, her gaze sharp and knowing. “Am I really that unlucky? Do you expect me to get into an accident every day? Or are you saying that with you around, accidents won’t happen?”

Zoe fell silent, her face paling.

There was no good way to answer. Anything she said would sound suspicious.

Eyes glistening, she lowered her head meekly. “I just wish I were better able to protect you.”

“Zoe,” Owen broke in, his small face stern. “Ophelia already said it was an accident. Do you have to make it sound so ominous? Can’t you see you’re upsetting Mom even more?”

While everyone else was trying to comfort Victoria, Zoe seemed intent on stirring the pot.

“That’s not what I meant, Owen. I’m just worried about Ophelia, too,” Zoe explained, her tone apologetic even as she seethed inside. Owen always took Ophelia’s side.

A faint smile touched Dylan’s lips as he watched the exchange.

Owen’s gentle loyalty was reserved for Ophelia alone, a privilege no one else could claim.

The atmosphere grew palpably tense, the silence weighing heavily on the gathered family.

“Alright, let’s begin dinner,” Adrian interjected, believing clarity had been served and it was time to move forward.

Murmurs of assent rippled through the room as cutlery quietly chimed against porcelain.

Zoe maintained her subdued posture, a portrait of quiet compliance that concealed the storm raging within.

Each passing day reinforced her growing sense of displacement in this household.

A cold, sharp resentment tightened in her chest, its focus narrowing exclusively on Ophelia, whom she blamed for dismantling the life she once knew.

The bitter helplessness and simmering fury pressed relentlessly against her composure.

Ophelia observed her with a sidelong glance, a trace of disdain in her expression. ‘She’s becoming more restrained; she thought.

After the meal, Ophelia accompanied Owen to his study to examine the final iteration of his design program.

“Mom, I’m feeling a bit tired, so I think I’ll go rest upstairs,” Zoe said, keeping up her usual sweet and obedient act.

Victoria, unsuspecting, offered a gentle nod. “Rest well, dear.”

“Okay,” Zoe said, then turned to Adrian and Dylan, “Dad, Dylan, I’m heading to my room.”

“Sure.” Both of them nodded in response.

As Zoe was about to leave, she glanced at Chloe, who met her eyes briefly before stepping closer to Victoria.

The conversation around them remained casual, with no mention of the car accident, and it was only then that Chloe quietly slipped away.

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The following day at the Magnolia Tower exhibition hall, Ophelia stood out among the glamorous attendees in her casual everyday clothes, a simple black canvas backpack slung effortlessly over one shoulder.

“Excuse me, is this invitation yours?” the event staff asked skeptically, eyeing the young woman.

‘She looks too young to be here,’ he thought. ‘Probably sneaked in with a parent’s pass.’

The idea that this casually dressed girl could te Successfully unlocked!ed his mind.

Ophelia gave a nonchalant nod. “Yes.” As long as the invitation was vanu and got her through the door, she couldn’t care less what anyone thought.

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Chapter 95

Though the attendant found her appearance decidedly out of place, the credentials checked out. He returned the invitation with a stiff gesture. “You may proceed.”

She had just taken a step forward when a voice stopped her. “Ophelia!”

Maxwell emerged from where he’d been stationed by the entrance for the past hour, his face lighting up as he hurried toward her.

Ophelia’s expression darkened. She shot him a sharp glare, her voice tight with suspicion. “How did you know I’d be here?” This exhibition was a last-minute decision. There was no way the Vossen family should have been able to track her movements. And even if they had, why would they send Maxwell of all people?

“Ophelia, my friend just flaked on me, and now I’m stuck without an invite. You’ve got to get me in there.” Maxwell’s tone carried more entitlement than request, as if demanding this favor was his natural right.

His words instantly revealed his true motive to Ophelia.

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