Chapter 344
Chapter 344:
“Janice, I assumed disowning you would keep you away. Yet here you are, stirring up trouble again. What is it? Do you crave our attention?” Connor exhaled wearily, a note of helplessness in his tone. “Naturally. If you sincerely apologize, perhaps I might consider allowing you to return.”
“Janice…” Laurie’s voice faltered, and she ultimately chose silence, her lips pressed into a tight line.
Delilah shot Laurie a bewildered look. Why was this foolish woman behaving this way? In recent days, Laurie’s demeanor had been one of inner turmoil and conflict.
“Janice, I know you’re doing all this to catch our family’s eye, hoping we’ll draw you back in. Really, you needn’t go to such lengths.” Delilah’s lips curled into a sorrowful smile. “Once I leave this family, everything will be all right, won’t it?”
Delilah’s words resonated deeply, stirring a wave of sympathy.
The Edwards family glared at Janice, their eyes seething with enmity, as if they saw in her the very embodiment of a foe they were eager to defeat.
Janice couldn’t help but chuckle at their foolishness. Even now, their perceptions remained clouded.
Swayed by Delilah’s seemingly fragile demeanor, the crowd’s indignation grew palpable.
“Janice is simply dreadful! Look at Delilah—her generosity knows no bounds, even prepared to leave her home to preserve peace after two decades of memories there. Can you imagine the sacrifice?”
“Janice, it’s time to apologize!”
“Janice, better you vanish from our sight!”
Their voices escalated, an uproar of condemnation filling the air.
Yet Janice stood her ground, her face a mask of serenity, impervious to the growing turmoil.
A sly smirk played at the corners of Delilah’s mouth as she took refuge behind Laurie, keeping her glee hidden from prying eyes.
Even without confirmation from Bart, Delilah sensed victory. With the crowd firmly on her side, Janice’s plight under the crushing weight of their scorn was almost palpable.
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“Really, Delilah? Is that all you’ve got?” Janice’s tone dripped with sarcasm, echoing through the chaos. “Play the victim, act like a saint, and beg for everyone’s sympathy? Pathetic.”
“What are you saying, Janice? I don’t understand.” Tears brimmed in Delilah’s eyes. She clung to Laurie desperately, like a drowning woman clutching a lifeline.
The crowd roared in outrage, their voices rising like a furious tide against Janice’s cruel words.
But Janice stood tall, unmoved by their protests. To her, their anger was nothing more than a storm crashing against a cliff—loud and relentless, but utterly powerless to touch her.
“Delilah, don’t you wonder why I’m standing here in front of you?” Janice asked meaningfully.
Delilah flinched as though struck, her face pale and drawn. She took another step back, retreating behind Laurie.
Laurie frowned, her gaze flickering between Janice and Delilah. Her instincts told her something wasn’t right. Janice wasn’t here without a reason—something bigger was at play.
“Relax, Delilah. You’re not my target today.” Janice tilted her head, her smile sharp enough to cut. “My real business is with Dotson. And believe me, by the time I’m done, he’ll finally understand what it means to be an utter failure.”
Dotson’s body went rigid, his face twisting with rage as he stepped forward. “Janice! Shut up! Security! Get her off this stage! She’s here to stir up trouble!”
But before his threats could land, the massive screen on the stage flickered to life, revealing a series of screenshots. One by one, Dotson’s private messages with Latonia scrolled across the screen, filled with desperate, pleading words and confessions of longing. Dotson’s face flushed a deep, angry crimson.
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