Semua Bab You Left Me for Your Secretary, so Why Are You Begging at My Wedding?: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Over the past few years, the Smith family had certainly lost some of its former influence, but that didn’t mean a small-time family like the Harrises had the right to strut in here and throw their weight around.Mr. Harris’s smile stiffened. “Mrs. Smith Sr., I know you’re angry about the foolish things Victoria did. I would be too. The thought that she actually went so far as to smear Ms. Smith online over a petty conflict makes me deeply ashamed. That was my failure as a father.”His words carried a ring of sincerity, as if he truly regretted what had happened.Mrs. Smith Sr. wasn’t swayed. “Mr. Harris, what your daughter did isn’t something you can brush aside with a few soft words. And you don’t need to test me. My granddaughter’s stance is my stance. You can leave now.”Mr. Harris’s expression darkened. Anger burned inside him, but he didn’t dare let it show toward either Mrs. Smith Sr. or Liz. His company was already hanging by a thread. The smallest push could finish it off.

Liz froze for a moment, her eyes lifting to meet William’s.“What are the odds?”He smiled at her surprise. “I didn’t expect it either. But it still depends on whether you like the place.”Liz gave a small nod. “Alright. Thanks for helping.”They parted ways in the parking lot. Once inside his car, William pulled out his phone and dialed.“You still got that condo at Crestwood Heights?”A clear male voice answered, “Yeah. Why?”“Do me a favor.”*Meanwhile, Liz drove to the complex where she had arranged to meet the agent. He was already waiting out front. She hurried over, and together they went to view the apartments.The moment she stepped inside, Liz realized the reality didn’t match the glossy photos she had seen online. The units were older, more worn down, and the hygiene was questionable. Mold had crept into several corners. Living long-term in that environment would be a health risk.Noticing her expression, the agent said quickly, “Ms. Smith, in this neighborhood,

“Alright then, William. Are you free tonight?”Liz’s eyes sparkled, clear and bright, like sunlight on water. After only a couple of seconds of meeting her gaze, William looked away a little too quickly, his composure slipping.“I have a surgery tonight. I probably won’t have time.”Liz didn’t notice his unease. She kept smiling. “What about tomorrow night?”“That should be fine. Nothing planned.”“Great. Then tomorrow it is. If something comes up, we can always reschedule.”“Alright.”*Back in the hospital room, Mrs. Smith Sr. noticed the smile on Liz’s face and blinked in surprise.“Liz, what’s got you in such a good mood today?”“I found an apartment. The lease is signed, and I can move in at the end of the month. The style is exactly what I like.”“That’s all it takes to make you this happy?”“Of course. I’ll go make breakfast.”Humming a tune, Liz walked into the kitchen and had everything ready within half an hour.Just as they finished eating, William came by with

Compared to facing Liz’s lawsuit, posting a public apology online was a light punishment. But the thought of everyone she knew—friends, colleagues, and family—seeing that statement made Victoria’s stomach twist with humiliation.“I understand,” she muttered.“Then start drafting the statement right now,” Mr. Harris snapped. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused me this time? Let me be clear. From now on, you’re staying home. You’re not going anywhere. If you cross Liz again, I’ll cut off every single one of your cards.”The threat hit home. For Victoria, that was very real.“Don’t worry. From now on, if I even see Liz from a distance, I’ll walk the other way.”“You’d better.”That evening, while Liz was having dinner with Mrs. Smith Sr., she saw Victoria’s apology posted online. The statement detailed the entire scheme—how she had recruited Wendy to smear Liz and even included evidence.Within minutes, it shot to the top of trending. The same people who had once d

“And if we hold the two parties separately on the same day, people will think Mandy and Liz don’t get along. You know how much gossip that would stir up,” Kimberly pressed.Mrs. Smith Sr. gave her a sharp, mocking look. “All this planning for a foster daughter. You really do go out of your way.”The smile on Kimberly’s face froze the moment she heard the words foster daughter.“Mom, can you not bring that up every time? In my heart, Mandy is my own daughter.”As for Liz, all Kimberly saw was a stubborn, disobedient girl who embarrassed her at every turn.“You can treat her like your own if you want,” Mrs. Smith Sr. replied coldly, “but I will never see her as my granddaughter. Not everyone is blind and foolish the way you are. A foster child is still a foster child. Growing up in this house with every comfort should already feel like winning the lottery. To want more than that is nothing but greed. You’re the only one who can’t see how ambitious Mandy really is.”Kimberly’s chest