The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 122

After a brief pause, his tone shifted as he looked tenderly at Sylvia Xavier in the audience.

"Second, I want to gift this profoundly meaningful piece to my daughter. I wish her a life of smooth sailing and endless prosperity. More importantly, I hope that one day, she finds a man who will love and cherish her as much as I do."

The stage lights cascaded softly over the room. Down in the audience, Sylvia froze, covering her mouth in shock as overwhelming surprise and emotion swelled in her eyes.

The host immediately smiled. "Let's welcome Ms. Sylvia Xavier to the stage!"

Lifting the hem of her gown, Sylvia walked up to the stage and stood beside Silas, taking the microphone from the host.

"Thank you, Silas. For as long as I can remember, you have treated me as your own, nurturing and protecting me with everything you have. To me, you are the most loving, dependable father I could ever ask for."

As soon as she finished speaking, she stepped forward and pulled Silas into a gentle hug.

Thunderous applause filled the venue.

"In that case, let's have Mr. Xavier personally pin this precious gift on Ms. Xavier!" the host proposed loudly, pushing the atmosphere to its peak.

Silas nodded in agreement. He raised his hands and carefully pinned the three-million-dollar ruby brooch onto the shoulder of Sylvia's dress.

The ruby sparkled brilliantly under the lights, making Sylvia look even more elegant and radiant.

Tears welled up in Sylvia's eyes, threatening to spill over. Playing the part of a sweet, dutiful daughter perfectly, she leaned tenderly into Silas's embrace.

The crowd erupted into applause once more as cameras frantically captured the heartwarming, picture-perfect moment.

In the corner of the audience, the pale blue stage lights slowly swept over the seats.

Jillian quietly watched the touching display of father-daughter affection on stage. Her expression was calm, her gaze completely indifferent.

But if one looked closely, they could catch a fleeting glimpse of profound loneliness hidden deep in her eyes.

A quiet sorrow washed over her, and her hands clenched so tightly into fists that her knuckles turned white.

Unaware of the turmoil inside her, Mallory clicked her tongue in awe.

Crossing paths, Killian reached out and gently supported her by the arm.

A collective, romantic sigh instantly rippled through the audience.

Unable to watch another second of it, Jillian stood up and walked away.

Mallory was worried and tried to follow her.

Not wanting to ruin her friend's night, Jillian gently pressed Mallory back into her seat, gesturing that she was fine on her own.

Mallory stayed behind.

Jillian stepped out into the corridor, just wanting a breath of fresh air.

At that moment, a cleaner walked by carrying a bucket. Jillian casually glanced over and found the figure strikingly familiar.