The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112 Apology

Nate’s claim of being her protector stirred something in Corrine’s heart.

In this chaotic world, there really existed a kind of rare and unexplainable bond—a connection where someone embraced her cold exterior and accepted her completely, without question.

Corrine’s heart felt as though it had been struck by something powerful, yet soothing. A warmth seeped into the cracks of her guarded emotions, wrapping around her heart like a tender embrace and spreading through her entire being.

At this moment, an overwhelming urge washed over her. She wanted nothing more than to run to him, throw her arms around him, and whisper, “Thank you, Nate.”

She wanted to thank him for stepping in when the world seemed against her, bringing her light in the midst of shadow.

She was grateful to him for choosing to stand with her, without needing a single reason.

Farris, although oblivious to Nate’s full identity, could sense an aura of authority radiating from him.

His brows furrowed slightly as his sharp gaze darted between Nate and Corrine. Finally, he exhaled heavily and barked in a cold, commanding tone, “What are you all standing there for? Apologize immediately! Otherwise, don’t think about setting foot in this

house again!”

The unspoken threat loomed heavy in the air. If anyone from the Ashton family defied

him now, it was clear he wouldn’t hesitate to sever ties.

And with Farris‘ health declining, everyone knew what that could mean–the family

assets would all pass to his eldest son.

Panic began to ripple through the group. Unable to contain his unease, one of them finally stepped forward, his voice shaky with urgency. “Miss Holland, I—I’m sorry. I misjudged you earlier, and I sincerely apologize.”

Corrine stayed where she was, seated comfortably in her chair. Her expression didn’t change as she toyed with the coffee cup in her hand, her movements slow and

deliberate. It was as though she was waiting for something-

The others glanced at one another, exchanging uneasy looks as the awkward tension thickened in the room. No one dared move or speak, their hesitation palpable.

Finally, Dexter Ashton, Bruce’s uncle, broke the silence. He nudged his wife, Gloria, from behind with an impatient hand. “What are you standing there for? Go on and apologize already!”

Gloria spun around to glare at him, her frustration bubbling over. “Why are you pushing me? If you’re so eager, then you do it!”

The stakes weren’t lost on Dexter. Farris wasn’t getting any younger, and if this incident led to their being cut off from the inheritance, the loss would be devastating.

Faced with the gravity of the situation, Dexter, who usually deferred to his domineering wife, stood his ground for once. His voice was unyielding as he declared, “If you don’t apologize today, Gloria, we’re getting a divorce!”

Gloria stared at him in disbelief, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Dexter, how could you… how could you even mention divorce to me?”

“A venomous woman like you has no place here!” Dexter shot back, his face dark with anger. “I’ll make it simple–either you apologize to Miss Holland right now, or we’re through. And don’t think for a second you’ll leave with anything!”

Gloria instinctively scanned the faces of the Ashton family, silently pleading for someone to step in. But all she was met with were cold, disapproving stares. Their expressions carried a quiet reproach, as if sharp daggers were aimed at her from every

direction.

Her chest tightened with the suffocating weight of isolation, and for the first time, she felt the stark fear of being utterly alone, everyone poised against her.

Straightening her spine with visible effort, Gloria clenched her trembling hands into fists at her sides. Her lips quivered as she forced herself to whisper, “I’m sorry.”

Her voice was so faint, it barely reached the ears of those closest to her.

Corrine didn’t even lift her gaze, casually sipping her coffee as if the apology was nothing more than background noise.

The tension in the room thickened as the silence stretched. It was obvious to all-