Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)

A few minutes later, a quiet voice came from the balcony. Ophelia had sharp hearing.

"Mom, you've been gone for so many years, and I've never asked you for anything. Just this once, I'm asking for a successful surgery. I want to accompany her until she's 60. "Am I asking for too much? Then 50... But not less than that.

"Mom, you don't know how wonderful my girl is. I can't bear to leave her. Please put in a good word for me up there, alright? I'm begging you."

Kenneth held a photo. The woman in the picture looked kind and gentle, her eyes smiling. Seeing the curve of her lips, one couldn't help but smile too.

As Ophelia heard those words, her pillow was already soaked.

The surgery was scheduled for 10 a.m., and the guild members were guarding the entire floor. Only a few core members of the guild knew about Kenneth's surgery.

Before entering the operating room, Kenneth kissed Ophelia on the forehead. "Honey, wait for me to come out." Ophelia nodded, a beautiful smile on her face. "Okay, I'll be right outside waiting for you."

She gave him another peck on the cheek, stood on her tiptoes, leaned close to his ear, and whispered something.

When she met Kenneth's gaze again, his eyes were a bit red at the corners, and he frowned at her. "I'll

go

all

out for you."

The heavy iron door blocked their view of each other.

What she had whispered in his ear earlier was, "Whether it's heaven or hell, I'll be with you."

Victor stepped out of the elevator, unable to get any closer. He could only stand at the elevator door and watch from a distance, his stern brows furrowed.

The elevator went down and came back up. When the doors opened again, Ivy bumped into that familiar figure. Her heart skipped a beat.

Victor sensed someone behind him and turned to meet her gaze. A flicker of surprise and distraction he quickly reverted to his usual cold, serious demeanor. crossed his

eyes,

but

Ivy got out of the elevator but was stopped as well, leaving her no choice but to watch from a distance.

The light in the operating room switched on. Everyone's hearts sank with it.

Victor heaved a deep sigh and glanced at Ivy. "How have you been all these years?" His tone sounded like he was asking an old friend.

Ivy let out a cold laugh. "How have I been? What about you? If you've been living peacefully, why shouldn't I have been doing the same? Victor nodded. "As long as you've been doing well."

He didn't say anything else and continued to stare at the distant operating room light. Ivy also stood there waiting.

The surgery lasted a long time. Seeing the two waiting, Ophelia asked someone to bring them two chairs.

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Ivy sat down while Victor got two cups of water. He handed one to Ivy and then took the other to the window at the end of the hallway. "You're still pretending to be the good guy," Ivy commented sarcastically.

Victor acted as if he didn't hear her, a faint bitter smile on his lips, though it was hardly noticeable.

He took a sip from his paper cup, his eyes fixed on the red light above the operating room door, his eyebrows never relaxing.

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Even though the weather was scorching, and he drank hot water, he felt cold as if a chill had seeped into his bones, and even his palms were icy.

By 2 p.m., the surgery was still ongoing. Ivy held on, sitting there but her face was pale.

Victor glanced at Ivy on the chair, "If you can't hold on, just go home."

"It's none of your business, Victor. Stop pretending to be the nice guy, alright? I'm not as easy to deceive as Grace was."

Ivy looked at him, hoping to see some guilt or apology in his eyes, but there was nothing.

"I was the one who saved you back then, but why did I? If I had known saving you would lead to Grace's death, I would never have done it." She let out a cold laugh, crushing the paper cup in her hand. Victor stood with a blank expression, his eyes fixed on the doors of the operating room. Ivy hated him, and he was always aware of that.

"I'm sorry," Victor said with his back to her, his voice heavy. That apology meant a lot.

At a time like this, he didn't want to bring up past events, but from the tone of her voice, it was clear her hatred from back then hadn't faded. He truly owed her an apology.

Ivy stared at Victor in shock, thinking, 'Is he apologizing? Victor is apologizing?""

Ivy suddenly laughed, but as she laughed, her eyes turned red with tears.

The hatred she'd held onto for so many years suddenly seemed ridiculous because of his simple apology. She didn't understand.

"Sorry... Sorry..." Ivy repeated the word like she was going crazy, her eyes scarlet.

Back then, she had saved him and taken him home for treatment, but when he woke up, he fell in love with Grace.

She knew that feelings couldn't be forced, so she let them be together. But who could have known that Grace would die because of him?

All these years, she'd felt guilty for saving him and causing Grace's death.

Yet, on the other hand, she was jealous of Grace because even after her death, Ivy couldn't take her place.

Grace's love was always selfless, but Ivy couldn't do the same.

or all these years, she couldn't figure out who her hatred was really directed at, yet that was the only thing that kept her

going.

She blamed everything on Victor. It was his fault that Grace died leading to this outcome. But back then, she was the one who saved Victor.

She endured this torment year after year. Now, with just a simple apology from him, her hatred and resentment suddenly

crumbled.

By 4 p.m., the surgery had been going on for six hours. It already exceeded the estimated time by an hour, and Ophelia couldn't help but feel anxious. Every second felt as long as a century. "Melanie, could you get me a blanket?" Ophelia's teeth were chattering as she spoke, she was so cold.

It was clearly summer, yet she felt as if she were soaking in icy water in deep winter. Melanie quickly fetched a blanket. Another 90 minutes passed, and Ophelia felt her mind becoming much more at peace.

But Ivy couldn't wait any longer. If something happened to Kenneth, her guilt would deepen.

"It's all your fault! You're the one who told Kenneth to have the surgery!" Ivy screamed as she charged forward, but the guild members stopped her.

Ophelia looked at her with a blank expression, her eyes calm.

The surgery went on until 6 p.m. It lasted three hours longer than expected. The light in the operating room turned off. Ophelia's legs felt numb as she stood up. She didn't dare to step forward or meet Ronin's eyes. She stood there blankly, wanting to cover herNôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

ears.

"Romín,

how's Kenneth?" Victor asked, his voice serious and