The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 100

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Hearing Tracy’s invitation, Corrine paused, reflecting on the past.

Farris hosted a lavish birthday party every year for the past three years, and Corrine’s absence was always noticeable.

The Ashtons worried about possible rumors regarding her background, so they kept

their distance.

Now, why would they suddenly extend an invitation for dinner?

Narrowing her eyes, she peered at Tracy with suspicion. “How thoughtful of you, Mrs. Ashton. But no, thanks.”

Tracy noticed Corrine’s cold and determined demeanor, a flicker of irritation crossing her face. “Even if you hold grievances against me, I’m trying to make amends. Can’t you accept this gesture of goodwill?”

“Many in this world might talk about goodwill toward me, but the Ashton family is the last that should,” Corrine said coldly, turning away.

The way she saw it, the Ashton family owed her far more than she ever owed them.

Her childhood, marked by hardship, made her skeptical of others‘ kindness, remembering each act, whether sincere or obligatory.

When the Ashtons faced adversity, Corrine had been the one to step up. However, her three years of unwavering support were trivialized, and her genuine affection for Bruce was dismissed as a desperate act of clinging to him.

Since she had cut ties with Bruce, any possibility of reconciliation with his family had been utterly dissolved.

Had Farris not reached out personally, she would never have considered revisiting the Ashton family home.

With no sentimental ties holding her back, Corrine walked toward Farris‘ favored spot

in the garden.

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Seeking peace over chaos, Farris often escaped to the quiet garden where he could relax in a wicker chair, listen to music, and enjoy his coffee.

As Corrine approached the small garden, she spotted Farris from a distance, seated in his usual spot, holding a birdcage and playing with his beloved pet parrot.

This parrot was a special gift from Corrine years ago, and Farris had cared for it ever since.

The parrot’s vibrant feathers highlighted the careful attention it received.

“Miss Holland, you’ve arrived at last. Mr. Farris Ashton spent the morning speaking of nothing else,” a maid said to Corrine, her face brightening with a smile.

Upon her arrival, Farris abandoned his birdcage and stood up, his hand waving in warm welcome. “Ah, you’re here at last, my dear! I’ve been eagerly awaiting your visit.”

A series of coughs escaped him as he gripped his fist gently.