The Girl They Ignored Returned as the Woman Seven Men Would Die For novel Chapter 89

That evening, the manor staff arranged a long French dining table in the villa's grand hall, serving a lavish spread of Western cuisine.

The guests moved indoors. Under the dazzling crystal chandeliers, glasses clinked, and everyone was in high spirits.

Lucas sat at the head of the long table, with Mika and Quincy seated to his left and right.

After a few rounds of drinks, Lucas turned his gaze toward Seraphina, a subtle, oppressive weight in his eyes.

"Didn't Ms. Sutton say she had something she wanted to say to Mika tonight?"

Seraphina was already an anxious wreck with Damaris still nowhere to be seen.

Now, being cornered into an apology by Lucas, she felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. Her hands instinctively gripped the hem of her skirt as her face flushed a furious red.

"Seraphina, did you have something you wanted to tell me?"

Mika turned her head, looking at the girl beside her with pure curiosity.

Her soft, calm eyes sparkled, harboring an air of innocent expectation.

Hearing Mika and Lucas speak, the chatter at the table gradually died down, and the guests cast confused glances in Seraphina's direction.

"I... I..." Trapped, Seraphina's panicked eyes darted across the faces around the table, but she couldn't force a single word out.

Was she supposed to confess that she had gossiped about her best friend's family issues behind her back to Lucas?

If she made that apology, wouldn't her reputation be completely destroyed, leaving everyone to spit on her name?

But if she didn't say it, the image of her being a manipulative, backstabbing liar would be permanently cemented in Lucas's mind.

In that agonizing moment, Seraphina almost regretted her decision to attend the party.

Her hair was styled in massive, bouncy curls, and her tattooed eyebrows held a faint blue tint. Paired with the palest foundation shade and a dark, blood-red lipstick, she walked with terrifying momentum. Two massive silver hoop earrings swung violently from her lobes, making her look as loud and garish as an overgrown peony.

Mika's gaze settled on Damaris's fiercely energized posture, a complex ripple of emotion flashing through her eyes.

This was her mother, Damaris Charles.

In truth, Damaris had always been beautiful. Otherwise, Mika's wealthy real estate tycoon of a father would never have looked her way.

Even after the divorce, she dragged Mika through a long, miserable period of poverty.

Yet she remained forever stubborn, forever fighting, forever smoothly bouncing between whatever men had the money to support her and Mika—all while refusing to ever remarry.

In the author's original text, Damaris was portrayed as an exceedingly vulgar, materialistic, and selfish woman who left Mika with countless deep-seated childhood traumas.

But Mika also couldn't forget that in her past life, after her death, Damaris was the only one who ran herself into the ground trying to get justice for her.