Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 214

Whenever someone who might pose a threat came too close, she had to stay constantly on guard.

If she fell, her sister would probably collapse completely.

Frank, the assistant, nodded. “Understood, Ms. Tremaine.”

Giselle straightened her posture the moment she saw Cynthia.

Cynthia’s expression was cool and distant as she walked toward her.

Fred kept close behind, ready to step in if Giselle tried anything reckless.

Giselle’s gaze lingered on Fred for a moment, then snapped back to Cynthia, her eyes burning with jealousy.

“Afraid of me? Is that why you always have a bodyguard at your side?”

Cynthia gave a short, scornful laugh. “Don’t flatter yourself. You look so gaunt and lifeless, I’m afraid if I slapped you, you’d drop dead on the spot.”

Giselle ground her teeth, glaring at Cynthia with undisguised hatred.

“You already left—why did you come back?”

“Benedict doesn’t love you anymore! Why are you still clinging to this place like some pathetic ghost?!”

Cynthia stood just out of Giselle’s reach, her face composed and impassive, silently watching Giselle unravel.

Giselle, faced with Cynthia’s complete indifference, clenched her fists and looked ready to lunge.

“Give me back my child!” she screamed.

Fred stepped in, blocking her path. As he pushed her away, Giselle stumbled and fell to the ground, a flicker of pain crossing her face.

She’d only just lost her baby and her body was still weak.

Security arrived, pulling Giselle aside as she continued to struggle, spewing curses at Cynthia.

Benedict arrived with them, striding quickly toward Cynthia, clearly anxious that Giselle might hurt her. He reached out, intending to draw Cynthia into his arms, to shield her.

But as soon as his hand brushed her arm, Cynthia pulled away.

Fred stepped neatly between them, blocking Benedict’s view.

Benedict glared at Fred, his jaw clenched in frustration. “Cynthia, are you alright?”

Cynthia didn’t look at him. Her gaze remained fixed on Giselle, who was still cursing her, and a cold smile played at the corner of her lips.

“If you want someone to blame for losing your child, he’s right here,” Cynthia said quietly. “Go ahead and demand compensation from him. Maybe he can give you another baby. Do you really think cursing me will bring your child back?”

Benedict’s expression froze. He spoke in a low voice: “Cynthia, don’t say things you don’t mean.”