NOVPUBChapter 1462: 662 layout_2 Chapter 1462: 662 layout_2 She had seen Digby Hart’s fiancée from afar.
She was from a distinguished family, gentle and well-mannered.
She was not someone a country woman like herself could compare to.
Previously at the Hart family’s annual gathering, Alora Hart splashed sulfuric acid on someone.
In a rage, Digby Hart sent her to a correctional facility, where she remained for six months.
Now that half a year had passed, even though Alora looked down on her, she was after all part of her.
How could she possibly abandon her?
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After a while, Verine Hayes finally stammered, “Bella, what are you trying to say?”
Alora Hart looked her over, “Are you really content to hand over the position of Mrs.
Hart that easily?”
Verine Hayes shook her head: “I know my status.”
“So you’re settling for a life of poverty.” Alora Hart snorted and left directly.
Alora Hart took a taxi back to the Hart residence, initially hoping that Verine would fight against Nana Breezent.
But unfortunately, that woman is a hopeless case.
When Alora Hart walked into the Hart mansion’s living room, the lively hall immediately quieted down.
Alora Hart smiled and said, “It’s quite lively here.
Is this a welcoming ceremony for me?”
The wealthy ladies glanced at each other, their gazes landing on Nana Breezent seated in the main seat.
Their eyes were full of concern.
Why had this step-daughter returned at this time?
Nana Breezent was startled for a moment, then quickly stood up and said with a smile, “So Alora is back.
Your room has always been available for you.
Go rest, I’ll have the kitchen prepare lunch for you.”
Alora Hart’s gaze fell on Nana Breezent’s face.
She must have had a very comfortable life in the past half year, her face had even gained weight, her eyes filled with happiness.
Her gaze slowly moved downwards, landing on Nana Breezent’s abdomen, her pupils suddenly contracted.
This woman was pregnant.
Nana Breezent felt Alora Hart’s gaze like a needle, she instinctively covered her abdomen, her eyebrows knitted together anxiously.
Josephine Rinto stood up and blocked Nana Breezent, chuckling, “Ms.
Hart’s return is timely.
Tomorrow is New Year’s Day, and Mrs.
Hart is planning a holiday party.
Let’s celebrate Ms.
Hart’s return and say goodbye to the old year, and let’s also get rid of the bad luck.”
Her words were filled with implied sarcasm.
It was almost as if she was calling Alora Hart bad luck.
Alora Hart laughed, “Is that so?
Then I must thank Aunt Breezent for being so thoughtful.”
She then stood up and headed upstairs.
The wealthy ladies bid their farewells.
Josephine Rinto held Nana Breezent’s hand, “Nana, didn’t you know that Alora was coming home today?”
Nana Breezent sighed, “Ever since I got pregnant, my mind hasn’t been working well.
Recently, with the chaos in the Hart Group, I forgot about her.”
“You should call Mr.
Hart and let him decide whether to send Alora away, she’s always a threat at home.”
“Digby has been dealing with a lot at the company recently, he’s been in meetings every day.
I really don’t want to bother him with these trivial matters.”
“How can matters concerning you and the child be considered trivial?
It’s better to be careful.”
Nana Breezent wasn’t afraid of Alora Hart but her child was now her biggest vulnerability.
Josephine Rinto took something out of her bag and placed it in Nana Breezent’s hand, whispering, “This was given to me by Miss Aubree Groove before she left, and she told me to give it to you when necessary.
Hopefully, it won’t be needed.”
Nana Breezent was surprised, “Aubree had planned everything already.”
Josephine Rinto shook her head and said softly, “Miss Aubree says, Always expect the unexpected when dealing with mean people.”
After sending off Josephine Rinto, Nana Breezent returned to her room and eagerly opened the box.
Inside was a black pill that smelled unpleasant.
Underneath it was a note pressed down.
Nana Breezent picked up the note, on which was Aubree’s signature fluid handwriting.
After reading the contents, Nana Breezent tore the note into pieces and flushed it down the toilet.
Then she phoned Lorcan Hart to inquire whether Digby Hart had time now.
In another room, after taking a shower, Alora Hart wrapped herself in a bath towel and came out of the bathroom.
She was contemplating, remembering the scene she had just witnessed.
The resentment in her eyes was like a constricting snake, gradually devouring her sanity bit by bit.
At that moment, the ringtone of the phone in her bag suddenly broke the silence in the bedroom.
Alora Hart took a deep breath, walked over and picked up the phone.
The number was a string of digits, a call from overseas.
