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    Nathan stretched and let out a long yawn, as if he could not care less. “I’m dead tired. If that’s everything, Dad, I’m heading to bed.” Nathan turned and strolled out without waiting for a reply.


    Rodger stood there, watching the easy slouch of his son’s retreating figure, his anger bubbling just under the surface.


    Compared to his steady, dependable elder son, Rodger thought this rebellious younger one must have been born just to test his patience.


    Rodger pointed at Nathan’s retreating figure with a trembling hand. “You… You imbecile!”


    He was so furious that he mmed his fist against the table.


    Meanwhile, downstairs in Jarrett’s suite, Ophelia was sitting at her dressing table, methodically removing her makeup as her anxiety continued to spike.


    All of a sudden, the door burst open.


    Trey barged into the room, nked by two burly servants, his face nk.


    Ophelia jumped up in fright. “What do you think you’re doing?”


    Trey gave a slight bow, but his tone was icy when he spoke. “With all due respect, Mr. Rodger Higgins has ordered you to pack your things and return to your original home immediately.”


    Ophelia felt all the color drain from her face. “What are you talking about? Why is he sending me back home?”


    She had endured so much just to be the wife of a disabled man. She had been humiliated at her own wedding for goodness’ sake, and now her father-inw was throwing her out? There was no way she was letting that happen!


    A flicker of disdain crossed Trey’s eyes. “Have you forgotten what you’ve done?” he asked, his voice carrying a subtle edge. “Ms. Hudson has already sent Ivy back.”


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    Ophelia froze, even as a chill raced down her spine.


    Did that mean Ivy had failed? The cursed child inside Sadie’s belly was still safe?


    Ophelia’s mind raced as she wondered who might have thwarted her ns. It had to be Sadie! That troublesome bitch was the only one who could have caused all this!


    But Trey didn’t have time to waste on Ophelia’s distress. When she still didn’t move, he motioned at the servants, who quickly rushed forward and seized Ophelia by the arms.


    “Let go of me! What are you doing? No, I’m not leaving! I’d rather die than be sent back home!” Ophelia screamed and struggled desperately. Unfortunately, she was no match against the two men, and before long, she found herself being dragged out of the premises.


    An hourter, Trey escorted Ophelia into the Johnson family’s estate, her hands bound tightly behind her back.


    The servants were naturally shocked at what they were seeing, but they lowered their heads and pretended to be busy, contenting themselves with sneaking nces.


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