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Chapter 107
Chapter 107
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Lillian, though prone to impulsive actions, knew the boundaries of decorum; a public spectacle like
this was a step too far. The mortifying scene unfolding before the crowd was the last thing she wanted.
Caught in the midst of her plans to thwart Bella’s intentions towards her brother, things escalated far
beyond what she had anticipated.
Resigned to moving past this debacle, Lillian realized it was a little too late–the damage had already
been done.
Bella, readjusting her disheveled attire, hadn’t expected her life to culminate in such a disgraceful
altercation. Her presence at the event was the result of Maxwell’s invitation, but the ensuing chaos was
not part of her plan.
“Proof of your malicious intent? Here, in my hand, I hold the evidence. The same drug you were caught
with,” Lillian accused, her voice trembling with anger. “If you’re so confident of your innocence, let’s get
it tested and see what you were planning for my brother.”
As Bella searched frantically for Maxwell, who had conveniently disappeared, Emma and Wayne
approached, fully aware of Maxwell’s scheming and feeling a sense of responsibility for the chaos in
their home.
Wayne spoke first, trying to quell the disturbance. “What seems to be the problem here? Can we assist
in any way?”
The crowd’s attention shifted to Emma and Wayne, particularly Emma, given her indirect involvement in
the fiasco.
To everyone’s surprise, Emma remained detached, watching the drama unfold as if she were merely a
spectator.
Alex stepped forward, taking responsibility for the uproar. “I apologize for the disturbance. We’re at fault
here, and I promise to explain everything to you.”
Wayne’s usually friendly demeanor turned icy as he addressed Alex. “If you’re planning to explain, I
hope it’s not just about tonight. There are several things you need to clear up with us. Are you ready for
that?”
Alex understood that Wayne wasn’t just referring to the current chaos but also alluding to his past
relationship with Emma.
Emma intervened with a dismissive wave, “Let’s not dwell on the past. Alex can handle this situation. It
involves his family, after all.”
Realizing the media’s presence, Emma knew that any scandal could harm the Smirnoff family’s
reputation. She wanted to avoid any further leaks of the incident, confident that the family’s image
would remain untarnished.
As Emma and Wayne departed, leaving the problem in Alex’s hands, the onlookers were left
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pondering the complexities of the relationships on display.
With a heavy heart, Alex knew it was time to escort Lillian and Bella away from the event, their
presence only serving to fuel the fire.
Lillian, still fuming, demanded retribution against Bella. “She’s the reason we’re in this mess. She
deserves to be blacklisted.”
Alex, however, had had enough of Lillian’s antics. “Reflect on your actions. You’re grounded for a
month.”
With that, he ushered the two women away, leaving the partygoers in a buzz of whispers and
speculation.
Alone, Alex sought out Emma, needing to hear her side of the story. Why had she remained silent all
this time? Could it be that Emma, too, was at fault for the unraveling of their marriage?
He found her, her presence commanding yet serene, and approached her cautiously. “Emma, we need
to talk.”
Emma, turning to face him, replied softly but firmly, “What is left to say, Alex? The past is behind us.”
Alex persisted, “I need to understand why you never defended yourself. Why stay silent if you were
innocent?”
Emma’s gaze was steady, her voice even. “Sometimes, Alex, silence speaks louder than words. You
made your choices based on your beliefs, not my actions. It’s time you faced the consequences of
those choices.”
Alex’s heart sank as he realized the depth of his misunderstanding. He had failed to see Emma for who
she truly was, blinded by his prejudices. Now, as he stood before her, he couldn’t help but feel a Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
profound sense of loss for what could have been.
As Emma walked away, leaving Alex grappling with his realizations, the party resumed its rhythm, the
air still thick with unspoken words and unhealed wounds.