Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 67

Lois didn't spare a single thought for Giselle's feelings. Chin lifted, she shot her a look of disdain and strode ahead, heels clicking with every step.

After a few paces, Lois paused and glanced back, noticing Giselle hadn't followed. Her expression sharpened, voice laced with scorn.

"Well? Are you just going to stand there all day? Or do you expect me to carry you?"

Giselle bit her lip, instantly regretting her decision to ask Lois for help.

Just last time, when Father Benedict had taken her to visit Lois in the countryside, Lois had acted so warm and caring, almost doting on her. It was then Giselle had learned from Lois how deep her grudge against Cynthia ran.

Giselle had thought Lois would be her ally, someone she could count on. She never imagined Lois could be so quick to switch sides, reading the room and acting accordingly.

She seethed with resentment, but there was nothing she could do.

"Aunt Lois, this is an upscale neighborhood—every family here has their own driver and car. It's rare for taxis to come all the way out here, so I'll just order a ride through my phone."

Lois scoffed. "Would've been nice if you'd said that sooner."

Ignoring her, Giselle lowered her head and started tapping away on her phone, booking a ride.

Lois, meanwhile, stood beside her, lecturing in a low, pointed voice.

"You heard what Father Benedict said before he left, didn't you? Don't even think about contacting him for the time being. I'm willing to let last night slide—your little stunt with the fake stomachache, dragging both me and Benedict into it."

The truth was, with Benedict now relying on Cynthia to climb even higher, Lois wouldn't let anyone jeopardize her son's future.

As far as she was concerned, Giselle was little more than a baby machine.

"Women like you are all after Benedict's money anyway. When he becomes the wealthiest man in Cloudcrest City, do you really think you'll be left wanting? Just make sure to keep your mouth shut around Cynthia. If she finds out about you, you'll be the one to pay."

She'd spent her whole life in a small village, but Lois understood exactly what mattered most.

For six months, Cynthia had been at home, unable to help Benedict's career and unable to conceive. That made Giselle's pregnancy important. But now that Cynthia could help Benedict rise even higher, Cynthia was suddenly the more valuable one.

To be the richest in Cloudcrest City—that meant more money than she could even imagine.

She thought of the contractor back in her village, with his modest fortune and two or three young wives. If they had money, Benedict would never have to worry about women, and she would never have to worry about grandchildren.

Cynthia ignored Benedict's calls, so he had to pull some strings just to find out which private dining room Dominic was in.

When he arrived at the restaurant, he took a moment to tidy up the car, spritzed on some of Cynthia's favorite cologne to mask the lingering scent of Lois and Giselle, and only then headed inside.

The private room was filled with warm laughter and easy conversation.