The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 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. | misjudged you earlier, and | 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-

Corrine wasn't remotely satisfied.

Several family members quickly stepped in, practically dragging Gloria forward as they whispered urgently, "Your

voice was way too soft just now."

'And your attitude? Completely insincere!"

"When apologizing, you need to lower yourself. Show sreal remorse-you're not here to save face, you're

here to ask for forgiveness!"

Corrine watched the absurd spectacle unfold before her, her expression calm but her eyes glinting with subtle

disdain. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, almost imperceptible.

Ah, this was the essence of human nature, laid bare.

The bonds of family crumbled to dust when personal interests hung in the balance. In the Ashton family, a

facade of harmony masked the festering betrayal and rivalry

beneath.

If it meant salvaging their own skin, they wouldn't hesitate to turn Gloria into the ultimate scapegoat, sacrificing

her entirely to atone for their collective failures.