Chapter 391

“Isabelle, do you remember how I told you when you were chosen as the heir?” Isabelle’s heart tightened.

“I told you before that from now on you would be Harriet’s successor, but that doesn’t mean you completely replace Ophelia. No matter how outstanding you become in the future, remember one thing—Ophelia will always be your mother’s biological daughter.”

“You told me back then that you would always remember your identity and that everything you have is obtained from Ophelia, so you would never provoke or target her.”

Richard carefully wiped his hands and neatly folded the snowy white handkerchief to the side. “So, what were you trying to accomplish by going to Mr. Winford now and making some insinuations in front of the reporters that Ophelia cheated?” His gaze lifted and fell on Isabelle, somewhat sharp behind the lenses of his glasses.

Isabelle’s palms were slightly sweaty as she forced herself to remain calm. “Uncle, I’m sorry for what I did that made you misunderstand…”

“I went to see Mr. Winford; I just heard that he was terminally ill, wanting to save one more person, not because of his relationship with Ophelia.”

“As for in front of the reporter… you know, I have always had a hard time tolerating deceitful acts, so I couldn’t help myself for a moment. I’m sorry.” She sincerely admitted her mistake.

Richard examined her with a steady gaze for two seconds, then stood up and patted her shoulder, saying gently, “Alright. Uncle believes you, but let’s not have any more of these misunderstandings next time.”

He paused and said, “I know Ophelia’s sudden appearance in the Whitaker family has made you uneasy, but don’t worry too much. Just remember, you are far superior to Ophelia, so no matter what, you are still your mother’s heir. She cannot shake your position.”

Isabelle nodded emotionally. As Richard walked away, she suddenly bit her lip hard. Ophelia was not as good as her, so she was the heir. What if Ophelia… was stronger than her?! She knew deeply why she was able to obtain the position of the heir—because Ophelia was simply too much of a waste! No, she couldn’t give Ophelia another chance to prove herself! Isabelle’s eyes welled up with darkness.

Richard went upstairs and couldn’t help but take another look at the news online. Ophelia repeatedly read the part about treating Winford’s illness. Winford was not a fool, nor was he someone who would joke about his own life just to please women, so why did he do it? Suddenly, he remembered that day at the entrance of Sunset Vista, when the girl confidently told him that she would prove her abilities to him… That appearance, unexpectedly, had a faint shadow of Harriet. Richard inadvertently zoned out.

After knowing the subsequent situation, Ophelia no longer paid attention to Isabelle. She spent some time with Winford, and then she turned her head to see Bryson walking excitedly with his crutches, as if he hadn’t walked in eight hundred years. In her view, he was grateful and impatient, “Ophelia, when will I be fully recovered?”

Ophelia glanced at the screenshot on her phone, which had been saved for a long time, of someone saying they were going to live-stream eating feces. She smirked maliciously and said, “With my acupuncture treatment, it will probably take about ten days.”

In that moment, Bryson’s handsome face froze, as he keenly sensed an extreme feeling of danger, as if there was a traitor who wanted to harm him! But how is that possible? This is Sunset Vista, the safest place ever. Who could harm him?