Bullied and Dumped, But She Won in the End (Adriana) novel Chapter 75

**When Time Tried to Heal Me But I Refused to Listen by Kael Niro Senn 75**

Nicole felt a wave of intimidation wash over her as she stood there, her eyes darting nervously between Curtis and Jeremy. She bit her lip, a small gesture of uncertainty, seeking Jeremy’s silent support.

“Enough of this nonsense! What are you even talking about?” Harold’s voice sliced through the tension like a knife. “Nicole has just returned. She’s the one you’ll be spending your life with!” His tone was sharp, almost accusatory, as he directed his ire at Curtis.

Curtis, however, seemed unfazed. With a teasing smirk plastered across his face, he held Adriana’s hand possessively and shot back, “What century are we in? Are you really clinging to those outdated beliefs? Do you still think it’s acceptable to have more than one woman in your life?”

Harold’s jaw clenched in frustration, his teeth grinding together as he fought to keep his anger in check.

Adriana, meanwhile, was transfixed by Curtis. He had a remarkable talent for silencing others, and she couldn’t help but admire his confidence.

The scene shifted to a serene riverbank in Harborton, where Irene stepped out of her car, her heart pounding with a mixture of hope and desperation. She approached a middle-aged man casually smoking nearby, handing him a sealed plastic bag containing a few strands of hair. “I need you to run a DNA test on this. I need to know if she’s my biological niece,” she said, her voice steady but laced with urgency.

The man exhaled a cloud of smoke, his gaze piercing as he regarded Irene. “You’re still chasing this? If Chandler really murdered your sister and brother-in-law, do you honestly believe he’d let Nicole remain a loose end?”

“I just have this feeling… I can’t shake it. Nicole didn’t die. She’s alive, I know it,” Irene replied, her voice thick with emotion, nearly cracking under the weight of her conviction.

“After all these years, you still can’t let go,” the man sighed, pulling Irene into a gentle embrace, offering her comfort in her turmoil. “I’ll help you find the truth.”

Back at the Barton Estate, the atmosphere was thick with simmering anger, a palpable tension that hung in the air like a storm cloud ready to burst.

Kelsey, unable to contain her fury, stormed off to her room, her mind racing with thoughts that could only be calmed by a dose of emergency heart medication.

Danielle, too furious to stir up any more trouble for the moment, remained silent, her anger bubbling beneath the surface.

Matthew, on the other hand, spent the entire night in a brooding silence, his mind churning. The more Curtis lavished attention on Adriana, the more Matthew’s anger flared within him.

And as Matthew’s gaze lingered on Adriana, Natasha couldn’t help but feel the pangs of jealousy twisting in her gut.

Curtis, ever the provocateur, seemed to take delight in roasting everyone, putting them all in their respective places, leaving both Jeremy and Harold visibly annoyed.

It was a room full of discontent.

No one had the energy to meddle in anyone else’s affairs.

Perfect.

Adriana, in stark contrast to the chaos around her, quietly relished the array of desserts before her, savoring each bite as she appreciated the chef’s craftsmanship. They were nothing short of heavenly.

Curtis, seated with a self-satisfied grin, reveled in the discord he had managed to create, his mischievous spirit thriving on the discomfort of others.

He leaned back in his chair, refusing to eat himself, instead focusing on feeding Adriana, his attention unwavering.

Adriana, her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster, buried her face in her plate, overwhelmed by the mountain of food Curtis continued to pile on.

“I can’t eat anymore…” she whispered, tugging gently at Curtis’s sleeve beneath the table, her voice barely audible.

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