Abandoned Wife Rebirth To Slap Faces - Chapter 109: Chapter 109
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Listening to Gemma's confident tone and considering her prominent status in the medical field—not to mention Louis's strong backing—the once-panicked Caroline gradually calmed down. 'Exactly. In Journ City's medical world, everything is just at Gemma's beck and call.'
"Come on! Get things ready for what's next. Don't go losing your cool before Georgia even does anything!" said Gemma.
"Alright, alright, got it, Dr. Kirkland!" Caroline replied urgently. "I'll get someone to edit the press conference video right away and ramp up the promotion!"
As Caroline hung up the phone, Kendall asked anxiously, "Do you really think this will work...?"
Hearing this, Caroline let out a heavy sigh. "What other choice do I have?" she asked.
But then she thought to herself, 'Unless I just roll over and accept defeat! I've fought tooth and nail to climb to where I am—why should I let Georgia trample me down now?'
Caroline ordered, "Get someone trustworthy to handle the video—make sure Georgia's part gets buried and discredited."
Georgia couldn't care less about Gemma and Caroline's scheming behind her back.
In two days would be the Wedding Expo hosted by the Kirkland Group, but today marked the death anniversary of Georgia's mother, Elena.
In their shabby little house in the slums, Vance had already prepared a bouquet of Casablanca lilies—his late wife Elena's favorite. He was just waiting for his daughter Georgia to return so they could visit the cemetery together.
It was already afternoon when they arrived at the cemetery. From a distance, Vance and Georgia saw two bouquets placed in front of Elena's grave.
One bouquet was Casablanca lilies—Elena's favorite when she was alive—the other, white chrysanthemums, a traditional symbol of mourning.
Seeing the two bouquets, father and daughter exchanged a glance and both furrowed their brows.
On closer inspection, though both bouquets were fresh and clearly placed today, the lilies seemed to have been there a bit longer than the chrysanthemums.
Vance couldn't help but look around. 'Had someone mistaken the grave? In the three years since his wife's passing, no one had ever come to visit—so why were there two bouquets on this anniversary?'
He couldn't figure it out, and Georgia was even more at a loss.
Her mother had been an orphan with no family to speak of—so who could have come to pay their respects?
Unable to make sense of it, Georgia decided to let it go and gently placed the Casablanca lilies down.
Vance crouched to arrange the fruit, murmuring softly, "Oh, Elena, another year has just flown by. Look, Georgia and I came to see you together this year. We're both doing well, so you don't have to worry about us..."
Listening to her father's murmuring and gazing at the photo of her mother in her youth on the tombstone, Georgia felt her eyes well up with tears.
'It was me! My own foolishness killed my kind, innocent mother,' Georgia thought, guilt flooding her heart.
Cora's words echoed in her mind, each one like a sharp arrow piercing her soul: "Three years ago, your mom saw Gemma spiking your drink and foolishly tried to stop her. I knocked her out when she wasn't looking, and then Gemma injected some unknown liquid into her. Two days later, your mom was dead!"
Each word stabbed deeper, the pain almost unbearable.
'Mom, I swear I'll personally avenge you. I'll make Cora and Gemma taste the depths of hell,' Georgia vowed silently.
After a long silence, Vance's phone suddenly rang.
Finishing the call, he looked at his daughter, still immersed in grief, and said with a heavy heart,
"Georgia... the Wedding Expo is coming up soon. The studio just called, and I have to go handle it right away…"
"Can you handle it?" Georgia murmured.
Vance offered a reassuring nod. "It's manageable..."
"Come on! Get things ready for what's next. Don't go losing your cool before Georgia even does anything!" said Gemma.
"Alright, alright, got it, Dr. Kirkland!" Caroline replied urgently. "I'll get someone to edit the press conference video right away and ramp up the promotion!"
As Caroline hung up the phone, Kendall asked anxiously, "Do you really think this will work...?"
Hearing this, Caroline let out a heavy sigh. "What other choice do I have?" she asked.
But then she thought to herself, 'Unless I just roll over and accept defeat! I've fought tooth and nail to climb to where I am—why should I let Georgia trample me down now?'
Caroline ordered, "Get someone trustworthy to handle the video—make sure Georgia's part gets buried and discredited."
Georgia couldn't care less about Gemma and Caroline's scheming behind her back.
In two days would be the Wedding Expo hosted by the Kirkland Group, but today marked the death anniversary of Georgia's mother, Elena.
In their shabby little house in the slums, Vance had already prepared a bouquet of Casablanca lilies—his late wife Elena's favorite. He was just waiting for his daughter Georgia to return so they could visit the cemetery together.
It was already afternoon when they arrived at the cemetery. From a distance, Vance and Georgia saw two bouquets placed in front of Elena's grave.
One bouquet was Casablanca lilies—Elena's favorite when she was alive—the other, white chrysanthemums, a traditional symbol of mourning.
Seeing the two bouquets, father and daughter exchanged a glance and both furrowed their brows.
On closer inspection, though both bouquets were fresh and clearly placed today, the lilies seemed to have been there a bit longer than the chrysanthemums.
Vance couldn't help but look around. 'Had someone mistaken the grave? In the three years since his wife's passing, no one had ever come to visit—so why were there two bouquets on this anniversary?'
He couldn't figure it out, and Georgia was even more at a loss.
Her mother had been an orphan with no family to speak of—so who could have come to pay their respects?
Unable to make sense of it, Georgia decided to let it go and gently placed the Casablanca lilies down.
Vance crouched to arrange the fruit, murmuring softly, "Oh, Elena, another year has just flown by. Look, Georgia and I came to see you together this year. We're both doing well, so you don't have to worry about us..."
Listening to her father's murmuring and gazing at the photo of her mother in her youth on the tombstone, Georgia felt her eyes well up with tears.
'It was me! My own foolishness killed my kind, innocent mother,' Georgia thought, guilt flooding her heart.
Cora's words echoed in her mind, each one like a sharp arrow piercing her soul: "Three years ago, your mom saw Gemma spiking your drink and foolishly tried to stop her. I knocked her out when she wasn't looking, and then Gemma injected some unknown liquid into her. Two days later, your mom was dead!"
Each word stabbed deeper, the pain almost unbearable.
'Mom, I swear I'll personally avenge you. I'll make Cora and Gemma taste the depths of hell,' Georgia vowed silently.
After a long silence, Vance's phone suddenly rang.
Finishing the call, he looked at his daughter, still immersed in grief, and said with a heavy heart,
"Georgia... the Wedding Expo is coming up soon. The studio just called, and I have to go handle it right away…"
"Can you handle it?" Georgia murmured.
Vance offered a reassuring nod. "It's manageable..."
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