NovelEnglishChapter 214 Over the years, Regina had paraded around with the Carmichael name, basking in the spotlight, while the real Carmichael heir was left in the shadows, ridiculed and dismissed by everyone.
The moment Citrine finished speaking, several guests who knew the inside story turned to Regina, their expressions a mix of curiosity, disdain, and schadenfreude.
"She's just something the Carmichaels picked up off the street, acting like she's somebody. Since when do strays get to compete with the family?" "The actual Carmichael heir didn't even bother showing up, but look at her, tagging along like a lost puppy. Shameless, isn't she?" "Trying to take over someone else's place, and she really thinks she belongs." One sneer after another. More and more contemptuous glances landed on Regina, making her wish she could sink into the floor and disappear.
"You..." She hadn't expected Citrine to say something so cutting, and, worse, she had no way to argue back. The words stuck in her throat, making her chest tight with frustration.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Grandpa..." Regina was so stung by Citrine's words that her voice trembled, her lips quivering as she looked at Weston with pleading eyes, hoping he'd defend her.
But Weston didn't respond the way she wanted. His face was cold as he scolded, "Regina, that's enough. Stop with your petty games." He'd seen the way the two girls had interacted earlier, and now he frowned, disappointment plain in his eyes as he looked at Regina.
This granddaughter of his had truly grown up the wrong way.
He'd only agreed to bring her to the party because she'd grown up by his side; he'd wanted to give her another chance. Now, he regretted it.
Seeing the disappointment on Weston's face, Regina fell silent, lips pressed tight as she dared not say another word.
Quietly, she shifted her gaze to Citrine, her eyes flashing with resentment.
That wretched girl had only just cback, and already Grandpa was showing such blatant favoritism. She's nothing but a pretty face-what right did she have to win Grandpa's affection? Regina's jealousy and anger boiled over, and in that instant, her hatred for Citrine reached a new peak.
Just before the banquet began, Elbert arrived with his grandson and granddaughter.
Once the honored guests were settled in their seats, Weston Carmichael and Elbert, old friends, finally sat down to chat.
When Elbert spotted Regina, his expression softened. "Regina, it's been ages since you visited me," he said, sounding just a little wounded.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA glint of triumph flickered in Regina's eyes. She strode over, nudging Leila Jensen aside with practiced ease, and slipped her arm through Elbert's, her tone sweet and familiar. "Mr. Elbert, I've just been busy with classes lately, that's all. Please don't be mad-I'll cvisit you in a few days so we can play chess together."
At that, Elbert shot a reproachful look at Weston. "Weston, I have to say- ห Regina's already so outstanding. Why keep piling on more classes? If you wear her out, who'll be around to play chess with me?"
Weston could only stare, speechless. He hadn't arranged any of it, Regina had insisted on the lessons herself. "It wasn't me. She wanted to go," Weston said, refusing to take the blame.
Elbert just chuckled, looking even more pleased with Regina. Regina, you really work foo hard. if only our Leila had your drive." "Mr. Elbert, Leila's already very hardworking," Regina replied, flashing Leila a syrupy smile.
Leila shot Regina a murderous glare, silently cursing her a thousand ways.
Elbert pursed his lips, sighing as he mentioned Leila. "As if I don't know exactly what she's like?"
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