A total of thirty-two colorful wreaths were placed around Eleanorâs bed.
âYou⦠Youâre-â
Presley wanted to say something more, but Mario shot her a warning glance, so she had to shut her mouth.
When the staff were done placing the flowers in the ward, they bowed to the Turner family politely.
âThank you for supporting our business.
Youâre welcome to buy more flowers in our store next time.
â
Was this a f@cking joke? Funeral wreaths? Next time?
This was a deliberate insult!
Eleanor nearly went crazy from anger.
âGet the f@ck out of my ward! You assholes!â
She wished she could tear these wreaths apart and scratch those peopleâs faces on the spot, but she was still too weak to move.
She could only glare at them murderously.
That f@cking bitch Lucinda! This crossed the f@cking line!
Lucinda hung up those banners to mock Eleanor for what she had done, and then sent the funerary flowers to signify her âdeathâ.
That bitch had gone too far!
âf@cking bitch! Lucinda! Throw these f@cking wreaths out-all of them!â
Eleanor was so angry.
Just then, a framed photo in the biggest wreath caught her eye.
It was the photo Lucinda took of Eleanor in her pink underwear from that time her dress ripped.
Bullshit !
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The endless humiliation Eleanor had suffered at that banquet felt as real now as it did that night.
âf@ck! Iâm going to f@cking kill her! Iâm going toââ
Eleanor was so angry that she suddenly passed out mid-sentence.
When Lucinda left the hospital, she chose to left through the back exit instead of the front gate.
However, as soon as she reached the corridor, her wrist was grabbed from behind.
She turned around, only to meet Nathanielâs icy gaze.
Her two bodyguards rushed forward, about to spring into action.