Abandoned Wife Rebirth To Slap Faces - Chapter 127: Chapter 127
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The entire room gasped as the symbolic emerald bracelet, which had once adorned Phoebe's wrist, was now transferred to Georgia's.
Even Louis hadn't anticipated this outcome.
For some reason, when the bracelet slipped onto Georgia's wrist, Louis couldn't shake the feeling that it was finally back where it truly belonged.
Georgia was also startled. Before Phoebe could let go, she hurriedly tried to slip off the bracelet and hand it back to her.
But no matter how hard she tugged, the bracelet remained stubbornly wedged between her palm and wrist, refusing to budge.
"Don't bother taking it off," Phoebe declared, her tone firm. "What I give, I never take back."
She glanced at the bracelet and added, "Besides, this bracelet has chosen its rightful owner. Once it claims someone, that bond is sealed forever."
Hearing Phoebe's words, Joel was the first to jump in, his voice sharp with disbelief. "Mom, are you out of your mind? Today's supposed to be Louis and Gemma's engagement party, and you gave the Rathbone family's heirloom bracelet—the one meant for the future matriarch—to Georgia?"
In Journ City, everyone knew about the Rathbone family's legendary emerald bracelet. Rumor had it that it was fashioned from the Imperial Jade Seal of a former dynasty, and for generations, it had been passed down exclusively to the family's eldest daughter-in-law.
The bracelet had originally been passed down to Louis's grandmother, who then bequeathed it to Phoebe.
Yet to everyone's astonishment, after Georgia's divorce from Louis left her with nothing, Phoebe placed the family heirloom bracelet—a symbol of status—onto Georgia's wrist.
This move was nothing short of a slap in the face to the Kirkland family.
Gemma's face drained of color, her body swaying precariously. She barely managed to steady herself by clutching the table beside her, just avoiding a fall.
Ignoring her daughter's outburst, Phoebe fixed Georgia with a cold, indifferent stare and snapped,
"I thought you'd be living the high life after the divorce. Look at you—what a pathetic mess you are!"
Phoebe pulled a document from her limited-edition designer bag and tossed it onto the table.
"Even though you're divorced," she declared coolly, "as your former mother-in-law, I'm handing over all the shares belonging to the Rathbone family's eldest daughter-in-law to you—so no one can claim the Rathbone family ever mistreated you."
With that, Phoebe rose to leave, but Georgia hurriedly handed the documents back to her, her voice anxious. "Mrs. Rathbone, I'll find a way to remove the bracelet and return it to you. I absolutely can't accept these assets—Louis has already given me a divorce settlement."
Hearing Georgia say that Louis had given her a divorce settlement, Gemma's eyes instantly burned with intense jealousy. 'It must have been a fortune! Why her? Why Georgia?'
'She was supposed to leave with nothing, yet he still paid her off! Does he actually feel guilty toward her?'
Gemma shot Georgia a venomous glare, her hatred burning white-hot. 'That gutter trash who should be rotting in the sewers—how dare she still get under Louis's skin after the divorce? How did this bitch manage to stage such a dazzling comeback?'
The thought only fueled Gemma's raging desire to utterly destroy Georgia.
To everyone's surprise, Phoebe didn't even glance at the documents Georgia offered. She declared with an unyielding coldness, "Whatever compensation Louis gave you is between the two of you. What I'm giving you is between us. Take it and keep it safe."
Phoebe glanced at Gemma, who stood there in a white dress with a tear-stained, miserable look. She couldn't help but compare her to Georgia, radiant in her aqua-blue evening gown. 'The more I look at Gemma, the more she looks like a ghost at her own funeral,' Phoebe thought with a sneer.
Phoebe shot Louis, who stood beside her, a disapproving sideways glance, her tone dripping with disdain. "Your judgment just keeps getting worse!"
Ignoring the stunned crowd and Joel's barely contained fury, Phoebe commanded sharply, "Joel, we're leaving!"
Even Louis hadn't anticipated this outcome.
For some reason, when the bracelet slipped onto Georgia's wrist, Louis couldn't shake the feeling that it was finally back where it truly belonged.
Georgia was also startled. Before Phoebe could let go, she hurriedly tried to slip off the bracelet and hand it back to her.
But no matter how hard she tugged, the bracelet remained stubbornly wedged between her palm and wrist, refusing to budge.
"Don't bother taking it off," Phoebe declared, her tone firm. "What I give, I never take back."
She glanced at the bracelet and added, "Besides, this bracelet has chosen its rightful owner. Once it claims someone, that bond is sealed forever."
Hearing Phoebe's words, Joel was the first to jump in, his voice sharp with disbelief. "Mom, are you out of your mind? Today's supposed to be Louis and Gemma's engagement party, and you gave the Rathbone family's heirloom bracelet—the one meant for the future matriarch—to Georgia?"
In Journ City, everyone knew about the Rathbone family's legendary emerald bracelet. Rumor had it that it was fashioned from the Imperial Jade Seal of a former dynasty, and for generations, it had been passed down exclusively to the family's eldest daughter-in-law.
The bracelet had originally been passed down to Louis's grandmother, who then bequeathed it to Phoebe.
Yet to everyone's astonishment, after Georgia's divorce from Louis left her with nothing, Phoebe placed the family heirloom bracelet—a symbol of status—onto Georgia's wrist.
This move was nothing short of a slap in the face to the Kirkland family.
Gemma's face drained of color, her body swaying precariously. She barely managed to steady herself by clutching the table beside her, just avoiding a fall.
Ignoring her daughter's outburst, Phoebe fixed Georgia with a cold, indifferent stare and snapped,
"I thought you'd be living the high life after the divorce. Look at you—what a pathetic mess you are!"
Phoebe pulled a document from her limited-edition designer bag and tossed it onto the table.
"Even though you're divorced," she declared coolly, "as your former mother-in-law, I'm handing over all the shares belonging to the Rathbone family's eldest daughter-in-law to you—so no one can claim the Rathbone family ever mistreated you."
With that, Phoebe rose to leave, but Georgia hurriedly handed the documents back to her, her voice anxious. "Mrs. Rathbone, I'll find a way to remove the bracelet and return it to you. I absolutely can't accept these assets—Louis has already given me a divorce settlement."
Hearing Georgia say that Louis had given her a divorce settlement, Gemma's eyes instantly burned with intense jealousy. 'It must have been a fortune! Why her? Why Georgia?'
'She was supposed to leave with nothing, yet he still paid her off! Does he actually feel guilty toward her?'
Gemma shot Georgia a venomous glare, her hatred burning white-hot. 'That gutter trash who should be rotting in the sewers—how dare she still get under Louis's skin after the divorce? How did this bitch manage to stage such a dazzling comeback?'
The thought only fueled Gemma's raging desire to utterly destroy Georgia.
To everyone's surprise, Phoebe didn't even glance at the documents Georgia offered. She declared with an unyielding coldness, "Whatever compensation Louis gave you is between the two of you. What I'm giving you is between us. Take it and keep it safe."
Phoebe glanced at Gemma, who stood there in a white dress with a tear-stained, miserable look. She couldn't help but compare her to Georgia, radiant in her aqua-blue evening gown. 'The more I look at Gemma, the more she looks like a ghost at her own funeral,' Phoebe thought with a sneer.
Phoebe shot Louis, who stood beside her, a disapproving sideways glance, her tone dripping with disdain. "Your judgment just keeps getting worse!"
Ignoring the stunned crowd and Joel's barely contained fury, Phoebe commanded sharply, "Joel, we're leaving!"
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