The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1557

The person next to Edison widened his eyes in surprise. "Mr. Waldron, are you hiding something from us?"

"Not at all," Edison replied, his words tightly guarded. "But as businesspeople, we must know what to get involved in and what to avoid. The Montclair family's downfall is a clear example. Now, let's see if Wynter is as lucky when she faces the same situation."

Everyone knew that the Montclair family had been entirely ruined. Tamia, punished for numerous offenses, had no hope of ever getting out.

Tamia had tried to reach out for help, banking on her past connections with that man. After all, many elements at play had helped him reach where he was today. If both the Wray and Montclair families collapsed, his position could also be at risk.

But that man didn't respond to her pleas. Tamia finally understood what it meant to be in eternal torment.

She had to listen to Landon hurling insults at her every day, saying that her actions were worse than those of animals. Within just two days, her former elegance had vanished.

She had even considered ending it all by ramming into a wall, but she failed every time. Now, all she could do was wait in agony for her sentencing.

Tamia glared at the prison camera with resentment, thinking that Wynter was on the other side, laughing at her. "Just you wait. One day, you'll regret ever coming to Hawford. Someone will show you the meaning of stopping before it backfires."

She had completely lost her mind. Deep down, she understood that the Montclair family's current situation meant that anyone who still had ties with them would expose their political and business collusions.

No one wanted to be dragged down with them, so everyone kept their distance from the Montclair family.

Wynter's strategy had been ruthless and clear. She had cut off every escape route for the Wray family.

Even Ophelia, who had been released on bail, was treated like an outcast in Hawford. She might be free, but no one dared to contact her. The higher-ups worried that she was bait released by the authorities—anyone reaching out risked being tracked by them.

"Exactly. We would never stoop to something like that."

The ladies were skilled in cold, biting remarks, and Ophelia knew this all too well. She had once been part of their circle, after all. But now, being on the receiving end of their mockery made her wish she could disappear!

The thought of having nothing left in the future filled her with panic. She couldn't accept that at all. She had to reclaim her status as Mrs. Whitman!

Seeing that Rosalyn remained silent, Ophelia assumed there was still a chance. Desperately, she grabbed Rosalyn's arm.

"Rosy, we've been friends for so many years. You'll help me, won't you? I don't even need to see Noah. Just please, tell my son that I'm here waiting for him. Can you do that for me?"