The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 95

Giselle's shrill scream tore through the entire dining hall.

“All of you are happily discussing having babies as a family, so what am I doing sitting here? Today is Silas's memorial, but none of you care about him, you only care about yourselves! I'm just an extra in this house!”

Seeing her cry, Gideon panicked immediately.

“Giselle!”

Gideon violently dropped Nora's hand and pushed his chair back as he stood up. “I wasn't scolding you. I'll serve you a bowl right now, alright?”

Giselle locked her deadly gaze onto Nora, who was sitting silently beside him.

It's all because of this woman! This bitch definitely whispered some sweet nothings into Gideon's ear! If it wasn't for her, why would Gideon ever lecture me?!

Before anyone could even react, Giselle suddenly lunged forward, snatching the freshly served, boiling bowl of rib soup sitting in front of her, and viciously hurled it straight at Nora across the table.

“Splash—!”

Several cousins nearby shrieked in terror.

Nora was caught completely off guard. She instinctively turned her head and threw her arm up to block it.

“Ah—!”

Nora gasped sharply, instinctively clutching her scalded right cheek. The searing, burning agony caused her physiological tears to stream down instantly.

The bustling dining hall instantly fell dead silent, followed by a chorus of shocked gasps.

“Giselle!”

Gideon's furious, panicked roar exploded in her ears.

Nora opened her eyes, her vision blurred by the soup. She thought Gideon was coming over to check on her injuries, only to see him grabbing Giselle's wrist, his face twisted with absolute tension and anxiety.

“Why would you grab something so hot?! Did you burn your fingers?! Let me see!”

“Don't touch me!”

He didn't spare the devastated Nora another glance, nor did he order the servants to bring ice. Without a single trace of hesitation, he turned around, kicked the chair out of his way with his long legs, and sprinted out after Giselle.

“Giselle! Slow down, don't trip!”

The man's frantic shouts echoed down the hallway, gradually fading until they completely vanished at the top of the second-floor stairs.

He left without an ounce of mercy.

The dining hall returned to a suffocating silence, broken only by Nora's suppressed, agonizing pants.

The elders snapped out of their shock, but not a single one stepped forward to hand Nora a cold towel, nor did anyone instruct the servants to fetch burn ointment.

The extended relatives exchanged knowing glances. Without Gideon's oppressive presence keeping them in check, the malice they typically kept hidden began bleeding out unreservedly.

Brenda, who had been pressuring them for a baby just moments ago, stood up with a cold face, her tone dripping with accusation.

“What a disgrace to the family. Turning a perfectly good memorial day into such an ugly mess. Our sweet Giselle is usually such a well-behaved girl; just look what you did to push her into such a massive fit of rage today.”