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Chapter 58: Wynter’s Engagement Was Broken Off
“You’re just a loser. How dare you lead others to form a team?”
The voice was sharp, full of disdain. George had arrived late, his arm in a sling, a clear reminder of the grudge he held against Wynter. He looked at her, sneering with barely concealed malice.
“The Lopezes are funny,” he continued, his eyes narrowing. “How dare you bring her here?”
Abel, unfazed, shot back, “What does it have to do with you?”
George, ignoring Abel’s response, turned his attention to Calvert. “Calvert, don’t hang around with losers all the time. You need to learn who you’re associating with.” He glanced back at Wynter with disgust. “Do you know who she is?”
Calvert, who had never been a fan of George’s arrogance, rolled his eyes and retorted, “I don’t care who she is! I don’t judge my friends by their backgrounds.”
George scoffed, his voice dripping with contempt. “You’re so stupid! It’s one thing if you don’t know medicine, but you don’t even recognize Charlie’s ex-fiancée?”
There was a collective pause. Calvert’s eyes widened, and even Abel looked at Wynter in surprise. None of them had been told that she had such a connection to the Shepherds.
George wasn’t finished. He pointed directly at Wynter and, with a sneer, declared, “She’s the fake daughter who was kicked out by the Yates!”
The words hit the room like a shockwave.
The conversation in the hall shifted as the guests began to murmur among themselves. Charlie, who had been focused on Yvette until now, turned toward the commotion. When his eyes landed on Wynter, his hands clenched involuntarily. For a moment, it seemed like he wasn’t sure who had brought her here.
Wynter, on the other hand, remained unfazed, chewing gum lazily and resting her face on her hand, as though the spectacle unfolding before her didn’t concern her in the least.
The room buzzed with gossip.
“No wonder she represents the Empathy Clinic. So, she’s the Yates’ fake daughter.”
“But I heard the Shepherds were engaged to the Yates, is that true?”
“It happened a long time ago, before Margaret lost power. The Shepherds proposed the engagement then.”
Charlie stood up, a clear tension in his posture. He walked toward Wynter, his gaze hard.
“Didn’t I make myself clear last time?” he said, his voice sharp. “Or do you not understand what I meant?”
Wynter didn’t respond. She was still chewing her gum, completely uninterested in his words. Charlie’s expression twisted with disdain.
“I’ve told you already,” he continued coldly, “I won’t like you! I’m engaged to the real daughter of the Yates, not some village girl like you.”
The words were like a slap, each syllable more humiliating than the last. “You should get a grip on reality,” he sneered. “Stop daydreaming. I won’t marry you.”
The room fell into a tense silence, only to erupt in whispers and stares as everyone absorbed his rejection.
Hilda looked at Yvette with a smirk. “Didn’t you say she’s just a distant relative of the Yates?”
Yvette, her face pale, bit her lip, her eyes flickering with guilt. “She didn’t want to go back to the village. She wanted to continue pretending to be the Yates’ daughter. We had no choice but to say that.”
Hilda rolled her eyes. “She’s so shameless!” But beneath her words was a thread of satisfaction. The rejection, so public and humiliating, was exactly what she had hoped for.
As Charlie’s words echoed in the hall, Hilda’s smile grew wider. She could already imagine how embarrassed Wynter would be to show her face in public again after this.
“See,” Hilda continued, turning back to Yvette, “Charlie only acknowledges you. You’re the only real daughter of the Yates.”
Yvette shifted uncomfortably, torn. “But… she loves Charlie. She probably came here just to see him.”
It was true. Charlie was the only real weakness that her “sister” had, the one person who could still rattle her.
“I remember now!” Hilda laughed, her voice full of mockery. “That silly girl used to go to Sacred Heart Medical University just to be close to Mr. Charlie!”
“Yes!” Yvette added with a smirk. “How could a college student like her be worthy of him?”
“She’s just daydreaming!” another voice chimed in, echoing the sentiment. “Her identity isn’t even real! Does she think she can still win Mr. Charlie’s heart? Is she going to kneel or something?”
As the laughter spread across the room, the noise grew louder, more mocking. It seemed like every eye in the hall was on Wynter, all of them whispering and gossiping about her past, her identity, her failed engagement.
Wynter could hear it all, but she remained silent, still chewing her gum. Just as the laughter reached its peak, a sudden sound cut through the noise—an interruption, sharp and unexpected.
