The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1525

Although Noah wasn't one to show affection, he had always treated Ophelia with respect in public. He fulfilled her every request, including assisting the Montclair family.

Over the years, Noah had remained loyal to Ophelia. Unlike those who kept mistresses, he maintained the same elegance and aloofness he had during their college days. Despite their distant relationship, Noah's life outside of work centered around Ophelia and Cyrus.

Ophelia once had the ideal family that everyone envied, yet she realized it far too late.

As tears streamed down her face, she wondered if things might have turned out differently had she been more assertive. She could have stayed as Noah's wife even without his love, fulfilling her desires and commanding respect from others.

However, she chose to heed Tamia's words and ended her once-happy life. She lost her home, son, and the Whitmans' shares she once valued.

She had never coveted the shares before, so how had she come to that?

Drowned in regret, Ophelia clutched her collar tightly as she gasped for breath. Voices relentlessly echoed in her ears while the camera started rolling.

"What are you doing? Say something!" Tamia shouted and gave Ophelia a push, believing her tears could stir sympathy within the public.

Ophelia could no longer find her voice. Her mouth was agape as she reached out, though her eyes were filled with indignation. There was no way she could present herself to the public in such a state.

When Tamia pinched her to provoke a response, Ophelia grabbed Tamia's hand and shouted, "This is all your fault, Mom! If you hadn't manipulated my marriage, I would never end up like this.

In a fit of rage, Tamia and Ophelia broke out into a fierce fight.

The employees were taken aback by the scene and watched in amusement. Deeply embarrassed, Landon ordered the security guards to pull Ophelia away.

As a polished woman, Tamia had always taken great care of her appearance. Her dresses were free of wrinkles, and her hair was styled classically. Even the tea she sipped was of the highest quality.

But now, her hair was a tousled mess, a far cry from the poised elite she once was. Her admired sense of foreign elegance now turned her into a laughing stock.

"This is ridiculous! Has that girl forgotten who raised her? If it weren't for me, she would have never married into the Whitman family! How dare she accuse me of destroying her family?" Tamia fumed.