Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia) novel Chapter 284

Chapter 284 

As Ophelia was feeling puzzled, Phoebe slowly spoke up, “I was adopted by the Davidson 

are indeed Owen and Heather. So naturally, Scott is my actual lile brother.” 

“What?” Ophelia’s brows furrowed even more; she had never considered this possibility. 

family, and my biological parents 

Rather than saying she hadn’t thought of it, it was more that she couldn’t imagine something so coincidental happening. She was just a tool brought back by the Hastings to marry for profit; she wasn’t their biological daughter. 

And the daughter the Hastings truly lost turned out to be Phoebe. Fate really did have a wicked sense of humor. 

“So, I guess it’s time we settle everything today.” Phoebe lifted her eyelids. If Ophelia hadn’t taken her place back then, she would have been the one to marry Kenneth. 

Ophelia wondered what Phoebe was going to settle. She asked, “You mean to avenge them?” 

In terms of power, the Davidson family far surpassed the Hastings family. She didn’t believe that Phoebe, a spoiled girl who had always been pampered and sheltered, would have any deep feelings for Owen and Heather. 

She also didn’t believe that blood ties alone would make her spare Scott. 

“Let him go.” Beads of sweat as large as peas ran down Ophelia’s forehead. 

“And what can you do if I don’t?” Phoebe laughed and looked at Ophelia in front of her, as if she were looking at an ant. 

She thought, ‘The nerve of her to talk to me in that tone, it is such a joke.’ 

“Ophelia, today is the day you die!” The crossbow was aimed at Ophelia again. 

A smile appeared on Ophelia’s lips, and her innocent doe eyes instantly turned cold. 

She looked down at the arrow in her thigh, gritted her teeth, and pulled it out in one swift move. A chill ran through her body as the pain made cold sweat break out. 

Phoebe watched her actions with a hint of surprise in her eyes. 

Before Phoebe could react, Ophelia quickly dashed forward, skillfully dodging the arrows flying from all directions. She grabbed the crossbow from Phoebe’s hands, swiftly moved behind her, and wrapped her arm around Phoebe’s neck. 

The whole movement was smooth and fluid, happening in the blink of an eye. 

Her astonishing burst of energy left the people around with no time to react; no one expected Ophelia to still have the strength to fight. 

Just a moment ago, Phoebe was feeling triumphant, but now Ophelia had her by the throat, and the crossbow had been snatched from her hands. 

Her eyes widened in fear as she turned her head slightly, seeing Ophelia behind her in her peripheral vision. 

Phoebe, who had previously been in control, was now easily subdued by Ophelia. “O–Ophelia, what are you going to do?” Ophelia’s breathing was somewhat unsteady. Even though her face was pale, her breathing uneven, and she had a bleeding wound on her leg, looking quite disheveled, she still couldn’t hide the unique aura of fearlessness surrounding her. 

Her clear and pure eyes looked indifferently at everyone. She held the crossbow bolt in her hand, aiming at Phoebe’s leg. 

“How about it? Want to give it a try?” Her voice was soft; she really didn’t have much strength left. 

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Chapter 281 

“Do you think you can escape like this?” Phoebe’s voice was trembling, terrified that Ophelia behind her might actually take 

action. 

“I never planned to escape.” Ophelia spoke with a calm tone, in stark contrast to Phoebe’s trembling voice. The bodyguards around her quickly pulled out their guns and pointed them at her. 

Fiona looked at Ophelia in front of her. She thought Ophelia was really odd–facing death, she remained so calm. This kind of courage and determination was indeed impressive. 

Phoebe suddenly shouted towards Scott on the couch, “Scott! Scott…” 

Fiona dodged the arrow and waved the antidote under Scott’s nose, letting him catch a whiff. Scott slowly woke up, opened his eyes, and looked around with confusion. 

“Scott, please help me! She wants to kill me!” Phoebe’s eyes were red, looking pitiful, which created a stark contrast to Ophelia, who was holding her captive. 

Seeing Scott awake, Ophelia let out a slight sigh of relief. 

Phoebe cried, “Scott, hek me! The person behind me wants to kill me.” 

Scott shook his head, unable to remember how he got there. Hearing the voice, he looked in its direction and saw the scene in front of him. Ophelia was holding Phoebe as a hostage. 

“Scott, save me! She wants to kill me.” Phoebe kept repeating. 

“Ophelia, what… what’s going on?” Scott addressed Ophelia. 

“Scott, I’m your real sister. It’s Ophelia who harmed our parents and the Hastings family.” Phoebe repeatedly shouted, tears and snot covering her face. 

Scott felt a headache as he suddenly remembered the photo he saw yesterday. 

Ophelia was restraining Phoebe. She truly had no strength to explain herself, and she didn’t know how to either. 

Scott stood up from the couch, fixing his gaze on Ophelia, and desperately wanting an answer. 

Ophelia’s eyes met his puzzled gaze, and in Scott’s eyes, she saw confusion and doubt. For a moment, she thought she might be mistaken. 

“I–Is that how it is? You… you promised you wouldn’t lie to me. Just tell me the truth. The Hastings family, is what’s happening to it related to you?” Scott regretted asking the moment the words left his mouth. 

He lowered his gaze, not daring to look at Ophelia, suddenly anxious and afraid of hearing the answer. 

“Yes, it is related to me.” Ophelia didn’t hide it. She had promised Scott she wouldn’t lie to him. 

Scott lifted his head, completely shocked. 

“Scott, kill her! Avenge our parents!” Phoebe urged him.