Restoring a Life After Seven Years of Wrong Love novel Chapter 104

The guests at the surrounding tables watched the standoff in complete silence.

It was glaringly obvious that the CEO's girlfriend had thoroughly failed to win over the Shelby matriarch.

Seeing Willow acting so subservient and pitiful, Wynne's heart softened. "Mom, you've always loved antique porcelain. Just accept it," she urged gently.

Sybil shot her daughter-in-law a look so frigid that Wynne instantly shut her mouth, not daring to utter another word.

Yvette's lips twitched into a cynical smile.

In seven years of marriage, Wynne had never once given Yvette the time of day, yet here she was, sticking her neck out for a woman she was meeting for the very first time.

Sybil completely ignored Willow, turning her attention to the emcee. "Continue with the program."

The emcee was a seasoned professional, and under his smooth direction, the atmosphere in the room quickly livened up again.

"Everyone, please take your seats," Sybil announced. The guests immediately found their assigned places.

Willow's hands began to tremble as she held the velvet box out, yet she stubbornly refused to lower it.

A flash of sympathy crossed Trent's eyes. He turned to look at Yvette, who was sitting there looking completely unbothered, and his disgust for her skyrocketed to new heights.

Simon Shelby didn't dare cross his grandmother, so he could only watch helplessly as Willow suffered.

"Here, Grandma." Yvette poured a fresh cup of tea and handed it to Helen before pouring another for Sybil.

Suddenly struck by an idea, Simon quickly pulled out his phone and fired off a text to Jabez.

Jabez, still engrossed in his work emails, saw a message pop up on his screen. After reading it, he finally looked up.

Taking in Willow's humiliating predicament, he stood up and closed the distance between them in two long strides.

His long fingers gently took the box from her hands. "The dinner is about to be served. Go sit down," he said, his voice laced with a subtle, unmistakable tenderness.

Willow looked up, a wave of relief washing over her face. Meeting Jabez's concerned gaze, her tear-filled eyes shimmered with delicate grievance.

"Okay," she nodded firmly, finally breaking into a sweet smile.

Yvette didn't even have to look closely to catch their intensely affectionate exchange.

A wave of nausea rolled through her.

The VIPs at the main table were equally stunned.

Wynne leaned in close to Sybil, lowering her voice in a panic. "Mom, you promised that if they still had no feelings for each other after seven years, they could divorce quietly. What are you doing making an announcement now?"

Yvette shot a desperate look at Jabez, who was looking down at his phone, busy replying to a message.

She reached out and tapped the table in front of him. "Sybil is about to announce my identity. Aren't you going to stop her?"

Jabez barely lifted his eyes. "How exactly do you propose I stop her? Am I supposed to order my grandmother not to speak?"

Yvette's brows knitted tightly together.

Her mind raced, frantically trying to come up with a way to shut this down.

"When have I ever gone back on something I've decided?" Sybil's tone was ironclad, her presence commanding.

She reached out, taking Helen's hand with a profound look of guilt.

"Helen, Yvette's place in this family should have been made public a long time ago. The Shelbys have failed the Yeats family."