Chapter 308

“Nothing’s wrong,” Winford’s eyes softened as his little wife leaned close to him. He glanced outside, his gaze deep and indifferent, and instructed the driver, “Drive on.”

Ophelia and Winford returned home. Even though she pretended to be calm in front of Xander and Bessie, how could she not care or feel sad with such an attitude towards her loved ones? She felt a bit down, unable to control her emotions. Fearing that Winford would find out and worry, as soon as she entered the door, she casually said, “Honey, I’m going to take a shower.”

As she turned to leave, her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and in the next moment, she was pulled back into the man’s embrace.

“What’s wrong, honey?” She was startled for a moment and murmured softly. Winford did not answer but asked her, “What’s wrong?” She sulked and said, “Not much…”

In the next moment, a bony hand grasped her chin, forcing her to lift her head, and Ophelia suddenly met his deep-set eyes. “Lia, you were unhappy.” He gazed into her eyes; perhaps she didn’t know that no matter how hard she tried to pretend, the corners of her mouth were still drooping, giving her a look of having been wronged.

“Tell me, what happened? Who bullied you?” His tone carried a hint of coldness. Ophelia’s mood had been relatively calm before, but at that moment, upon hearing those concerned words, a high wall in her heart suddenly collapsed, and all the grievances that had been isolated inside poured out like a flood.

“Woo, husband…!” She turned around and hugged him tightly, her tears soaking his expensive shirt. The scalding tears seemed to have penetrated through the shirt and skin, burning Winford’s heart and causing him pain.

In that moment, he was filled with a storm of emotions, wishing he could make the culprit pay the price immediately!

“No one bullied me; it was my own fault…” Ophelia buried her head in his arms, her voice hoarse. “When my mom left, she told me to listen to my grandpa and uncle, but I didn’t listen to her. I believed Erin’s instigation, pushing my closest family members further and further away…”

She knew how much her relatives on her grandfather’s side hated her now, to the point that they were unwilling to even see her. However, she couldn’t blame them, nor did she have the right to do so. Everything was her own fault; it was her own foolishness that had gradually made them feel cold and disappointed towards her!

“I messed everything up. I was so stupid, and my mom would definitely be very disappointed if she found out.”

Winford felt his heart tighten as he pulled the silent, sobbing person in his arms up. “No, this isn’t Lia’s fault.” He gently wiped her tears and gazed at her intently, “Lia was so small back then, what could she possibly know? You did very well.”

Ophelia’s eyes were filled with tears. “Really?” she asked. “Of course.” Winford was not just flattering her; he truly believed that his little wife had done very well.

When Harriet passed away, how old was she? At a young age, her father had an affair and was indifferent to her, while her stepmother deceived her and instigated trouble every day. What discernment could a child of just a few years have?

“If your mom had known, she wouldn’t have been disappointed in you; she would have only felt heartbroken for you and been proud.”

Ophelia looked up and asked, “Proud?”