Grandma Fitzwilliam nodded with a smile, "Just an old friend, not soone important."
Elara understood and nodded, not paying much attention to it.
At this mont, Esther Carter ca over with juice, and handed it to Grandma Fitzwilliam like a sycophant, "Grandma, have so water."
Grandma Fitzwilliam was about to take it when a shocked voice suddenly sounded beside her, "Elara... Elara? Why are you here?"
Elara’s original good mood disappeared completely when she saw that the person was Cecilia Quincy.
She maintained a polite deanor and said distantly, "I happened to get an invitation, so I ca."
Cecilia Quincy widened her eyes in disbelief, "You got an invitation? How is that possible!"
This is a party hosted by The Warner Family, even The Jacobs Family had a hard ti getting two invitations. She personally pleaded with Zayne Warner to get one. How could Elara have such a hard-to-get invitation?
Impossible!
If the invitation were so cheap, this party wouldn’t be sothing everyone would be desperate to attend.
Elara was puzzled, "Why can you have an invitation, and I can’t?"
Cecilia Quincy opened her mouth, then awkwardly smiled and said, "Elara, that’s not what I ant. The threshold for The Warner Family’s party is very high. I don’t know how you got the invitation?"
Faced with Cecilia Quincy’s implicitly superior attitude, Elara hadn’t spoken when Esther Carter couldn’t hold her temper, stood before Elara, hands on hips, and stared at Cecilia Quincy.
Unreservedly confronting her, "Mrs. Jacobs, oh no, I just rembered, you haven’t married into The Jacobs Family yet. I should call you Miss Quincy. Can you tell how Elara got the invitation, does it have anything to do with you?"
Cecilia Quincy’s face imdiately turned ugly. Failing to marry Mason Jacobs was her sore spot, and now Esther Carter pointed it out publicly.
"I..." She opened her mouth, pretending to be weak just as she was about to talk, but Esther Carter interrupted her again, aggressively saying, "A howrecker still has the nerve to ridicule others for lacking background? Do you have any background? If it weren’t for attaching to The Jacobs, you would just be a little beggar, born but not raised by your mother!"
"Ms. Carter, how can you say that about ..." Cecilia Quinxy’s eyes imdiately turned red, tears streaming down, "I have no grievance with you, I didn’t an it that way, even if you scold , why humiliate ..."
Esther Carter crossed her arms and looked on coldly at her act, "Am I talking nonsense? We graduated from the sa university, who doesn’t know your stuff."
Zara Dalton chid in, "And during your second year, you worked part-ti at the bar in such a chaotic place, our Elara is much cleaner than you!"
Cecilia Quincy’s face instantly turned pale.
She shouldn’t have co over; seeing Elara just now had made her lose her mind. She forgot Esther Carter and Zara Dalton were both sharp-tongued, and these three always hung out together in college, knowing her affairs clearly...
Even things the Jacobs Family didn’t know, they knew...
Cecilia Quincy bit her lip and spoke lowly and aggrievedly, "I know you all never liked , so I’ll stop bothering people here; Elara, I’m leaving."
As she was about to leave, a domineering voice suddenly sounded from behind, "Cece, why are you crying? Did that bitch Elara bully you again?"
Without waiting for Cecilia Quincy to speak, Rosalind Jacobs rushed up, hands on hips, pointing at Elara’s nose and cursing, "Elara, do you have no sha? You already divorced my brother, why are you giving Cece trouble? Let tell you, as long as I’m here, you’re never coming through The Jacobs door again!"
Elara was utterly baffled, "Miss Jacobs, whenever you see , can you say anything else besides those few words? I broke all ties with your brother long ago, why do you think I would want to rekindle things with him?"
Rosalind Jacobs said sternly, "Don’t try to argue. If you don’t want to remarry my brother, why are you always around us? Who doesn’t know you don’t belong in such occasions, if not for my brother, would you try so hard to co here? Cece is kind and doesn’t fuss with you, but I’m not easy to deal with!"
Afraid Esther Carter and Zara Dalton might spill her shady deeds, Cecilia Quincy hurriedly pulled Rosalind Jacobs, quietly advised, "Forget it, Rosalind, making a scene in this setting isn’t good. Let’s not stoop to their level."
Rosalind Jacobs patted her hand reassuringly, "Don’t worry, the host of today’s party is very close to my friend, we’re not afraid to make a fuss! Cecilia, you’re too kind, which fuels Elara’s fantasies!"
Esther Carter laughed in exasperation, "Are you both sick? No, all of The Jacobs are sick. Our Elara just wants peace, so leave us alone! What’s with this world, bumping into trouble wherever you go, it’s disgusting!"
Rosalind Jacobs imdiately darkened her face, stepped forward intimidatingly, glaring at Esther Carter, gritting her teeth, "Who are you calling a troublemaker? Say it again!"
Esther Carter feared no trouble, perhaps usually she might, but now, who is she? She’s the little protege backed by Grandma Fitzwilliam!
Would she fear Rosalind Jacobs? Ridiculous!
She won’t back down when Grandma Fitzwilliam is here; if Rosalind Jacobs doesn’t take a fall, she won’t be Carter!
She too stepped forward, face-to-face with Rosalind Jacobs, arrogantly saying, "So what, I said you’re a troublemaker, what can you do to ?"
Rosalind Jacobs was so enraged, all her blood rushed to her head, she grabbed a glass of juice from the table and splashed it at Esther Carter!
Esther Carter stood right behind Grandma Fitzwilliam; she positioned herself so well, she could block most of the juice from reaching Grandma Fitzwilliam, yet still let so land on her.
At this mont, Esther Carter’s face, hair, and clothes were all sticky and drenched with juice, and so was Grandma Fitzwilliam’s fine hair.
Seeing this, Elara finally couldn’t bear it anymore, "Rosalind Jacobs, what are you doing? I already said I’m not interested in your brother, if I truly wanted that marriage to continue, why would I get divorced? No matter how good his conditions are, I couldn’t care less! To , he’s a rotten man, utterly disgusting, do you understand now?"
After speaking, she grabbed so napkins for Esther Carter, and delicately began wiping the gri off Grandma Fitzwilliam.
Apologetically saying, "I’m sorry, Grandma; it’s all because of that you’ve been mistreated. We won’t stay at this party, let’s leave."
Grandma Fitzwilliam took the napkins from her, gently patted her hand, comforting her, "I’m fine, Grandma doesn’t feel wronged."
Because in all her life she has never been wronged by anyone.
If she were to leave, it wouldn’t be her leaving.
Grandma Fitzwilliam looked coldly at the group across, realizing the frail and innocent one was the mistress who ruined Elara’s previous marriage, and the overbearingly rude one was Elara’s forr sister-in-law.
She only knew Elara’s last marriage wasn’t happy, but didn’t realize these people were so arrogant and over the line.
Her Elara truly suffered!
Grandma Fitzwilliam’s gaze turned cold, causing both Rosalind Jacobs and Cecilia Quincy a start.
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