Now They Want My Forgiveness - Chapter 117: Chapter 117
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"Grandma," Stella said softly, "Now I'm married. I can't be around you as before, but I promise I'll visit you often."
Eleanor looked at Stella with a doting smile. "Oh, my dear. Seeing you married, cherished by your husband, it's the greatest blessing this old heart could ask for."
"Mary!" Eleanor called.
"Yes, Mrs. Hayes." Mary hurried forward, presenting a thick, ornate envelope and a beautifully carved rosewood jewelry box.
"This has been waiting for you, my dear," Eleanor said, placing the heavy envelope in Stella's hands. "Here's a cash gift for you and Jordan."
Then, she opened the box, revealing gold and jewels that gleamed softly. "These were my mother's, passed to me on my wedding day. Now, they pass to you. I pray for a lifetime of joy for you both."
Fiona's attention snapped from Max to the gifts. She darted to Eleanor's side and protested, "All this for Stella? What of Anna's portion?"
Eleanor's warmth vanished, replaced by icy disdain."Answer me this: What bridal gifts did you, her mother, prepare for Stella?"
Fiona floundered, struck silent.
"Perfect then," Eleanor retorted coolly. "I provide for Stella. You provide for Anna. Fair and square, both girls will get their share."
Fiona bit her lip hard, frustration flashing in her eyes.
Eleanor gently urged Stella to her feet.
Stella stood up. Then she told Eleanor she needed to gather her few belongings. Though meager, she would leave nothing of herself behind in this house.
Jordan didn't follow Stella upstairs. "Take your time," he told Stella softly. "I'll keep Mrs. Hayes company. Call if you need help with anything heavy."
"Alright," Stella replied.
Stepping into her old room felt like entering a tomb of bad memories. Not one happy moment lingered within these walls. 'Good riddance forever,' she thought fiercely, surveying the sparse space.
Just then, Mary came over, offering to help Stella pack her things. Seeing the pitifully small pile—a few clothes folded beside the laptop—her eyes filled with tears. "Oh, child, they failed you so terribly."
Stella managed a fragile smile. "Anyway, I had Grandma's love. Without her, I'd really be pitiful."
"Mrs. Hayes is the most clear-headed of all," said Mary. "You're the brightest child in this family. Fate dealt cruel hands, but now, I pray marriage brings you every joy stolen from you before."
Stella pressed a small, folded paper into Mary's hand. "My new number," she whispered. "My first phone got smashed. Guard this for Grandma. Tell no one else. I will call her to arrange visits. We'll see each other often, I promise."
Mary quickly took it, her face beaming. "That's just wonderful. Mrs. Hayes will be overjoyed when she finds out you've left your contact details for her."
"Mary, please. After I leave, please take good care of Grandma."
"Don't you worry, Ms. Hayes. Your happiness is paramount. I see Mr. Erwin treats you very well. If he ever dares to mistreat you, you just let us know—anytime."
Stella nodded.
As Mary descended the stairs with Stella's small bag and laptop, Jordan immediately rose and moved to take them. Mary protested faintly, "Oh, Mr. Erwin, I can manage!" but he smoothly relieved her of the burden with a respectful nod.
Mary had a favorable impression of Jordan. He didn't treat her as hired help but showed her respect due to an elder. Although he seemed aloof, he never hesitated when it came to Stella.
Jordan took Stella's luggage and came in front of Eleanor with her. "Mrs. Hayes, we'll be leaving now," he said gently.
Eleanor smiled warmly. "Alright. Build a joyful life together. I will come visit whenever I can."
Jordan gave a polite nod, then turned to take Stella's hand as they prepared to leave.
Suddenly, Andrew barked, "Stop! You're not allowed to leave."
Eleanor looked at Stella with a doting smile. "Oh, my dear. Seeing you married, cherished by your husband, it's the greatest blessing this old heart could ask for."
"Mary!" Eleanor called.
"Yes, Mrs. Hayes." Mary hurried forward, presenting a thick, ornate envelope and a beautifully carved rosewood jewelry box.
"This has been waiting for you, my dear," Eleanor said, placing the heavy envelope in Stella's hands. "Here's a cash gift for you and Jordan."
Then, she opened the box, revealing gold and jewels that gleamed softly. "These were my mother's, passed to me on my wedding day. Now, they pass to you. I pray for a lifetime of joy for you both."
Fiona's attention snapped from Max to the gifts. She darted to Eleanor's side and protested, "All this for Stella? What of Anna's portion?"
Eleanor's warmth vanished, replaced by icy disdain."Answer me this: What bridal gifts did you, her mother, prepare for Stella?"
Fiona floundered, struck silent.
"Perfect then," Eleanor retorted coolly. "I provide for Stella. You provide for Anna. Fair and square, both girls will get their share."
Fiona bit her lip hard, frustration flashing in her eyes.
Eleanor gently urged Stella to her feet.
Stella stood up. Then she told Eleanor she needed to gather her few belongings. Though meager, she would leave nothing of herself behind in this house.
Jordan didn't follow Stella upstairs. "Take your time," he told Stella softly. "I'll keep Mrs. Hayes company. Call if you need help with anything heavy."
"Alright," Stella replied.
Stepping into her old room felt like entering a tomb of bad memories. Not one happy moment lingered within these walls. 'Good riddance forever,' she thought fiercely, surveying the sparse space.
Just then, Mary came over, offering to help Stella pack her things. Seeing the pitifully small pile—a few clothes folded beside the laptop—her eyes filled with tears. "Oh, child, they failed you so terribly."
Stella managed a fragile smile. "Anyway, I had Grandma's love. Without her, I'd really be pitiful."
"Mrs. Hayes is the most clear-headed of all," said Mary. "You're the brightest child in this family. Fate dealt cruel hands, but now, I pray marriage brings you every joy stolen from you before."
Stella pressed a small, folded paper into Mary's hand. "My new number," she whispered. "My first phone got smashed. Guard this for Grandma. Tell no one else. I will call her to arrange visits. We'll see each other often, I promise."
Mary quickly took it, her face beaming. "That's just wonderful. Mrs. Hayes will be overjoyed when she finds out you've left your contact details for her."
"Mary, please. After I leave, please take good care of Grandma."
"Don't you worry, Ms. Hayes. Your happiness is paramount. I see Mr. Erwin treats you very well. If he ever dares to mistreat you, you just let us know—anytime."
Stella nodded.
As Mary descended the stairs with Stella's small bag and laptop, Jordan immediately rose and moved to take them. Mary protested faintly, "Oh, Mr. Erwin, I can manage!" but he smoothly relieved her of the burden with a respectful nod.
Mary had a favorable impression of Jordan. He didn't treat her as hired help but showed her respect due to an elder. Although he seemed aloof, he never hesitated when it came to Stella.
Jordan took Stella's luggage and came in front of Eleanor with her. "Mrs. Hayes, we'll be leaving now," he said gently.
Eleanor smiled warmly. "Alright. Build a joyful life together. I will come visit whenever I can."
Jordan gave a polite nod, then turned to take Stella's hand as they prepared to leave.
Suddenly, Andrew barked, "Stop! You're not allowed to leave."
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