Chapter 147: Chapter 147 (Modified) Who Really Can’t Distinguish Right From Wrong?
Gregorian calendar, June 23, suitable for engagement, seeking offspring, praying, sacrificial offering.
A auspicious day that coincides with the lunar phase, a Phoenix Day, very lucky.
In late summer, the wind in Gills City brought with it waves of heat, roaring as if to devour people.
But once this wind blew into Brandon Manor, it seemed to be tamed, carrying a gentle coolness and blowing the colorful macaron balloons scattered across the lawn.
Beneath the balloons were white chairs, with a red carpet down the middle extending to the edge of the stage, and a pink and white floral wall every hundred meters along the way. Even the arched stage was adorned with fresh flowers.
The automatic temperature-controlled watering robots moved across the white marble of the manor, making the floral walls, built from hundreds of thousands of pink and white roses, look as fresh as if they’d just been picked.
The whole manor exuded a rich fragrance.
Waiters in white shirts and gray jackets, with bow ties, moved through the grassy area, setting tables for the guests and occasionally making way for their robotic colleagues passing by.
At the hotel’s front entrance, guests followed the security staff’s instructions and entered in an orderly fashion.
Journalists without invitations desperately snapped photos of the bigwigs appearing outside the hotel.
Abigail sat on the third floor of the hotel, gazing down at the engagement scene below, romantic as a fairy tale, then looking at the wedding dress on her which was a size too small.
If she hadn’t lost thirty pounds recently, it would be even smaller.
As for her current figure… well, she figured she no longer had a shape.
Such a figure was certainly not suitable for a tight wedding dress, which would only highlight her flaws even more. But Clark had chosen a dress that exposed her flaws the most.
Abigail looked at her body, squeezed into the wedding dress with rolls of flesh showing, and could almost imagine the sneering looks from the guests outside.
However, Abigail did not care.
She was just playing a role, the uglier she appeared, the more Rose and her daughter could feel secure.
“Go out.” After pinning up her hair, Abigail instructed the makeup artist blandly.
Adah looked strangely at the fat and ugly woman, and her wedding dress that looked absolutely unattractive on her. She could not understand where Abigail’s calm composure came from. In the end, her eyes fell on the buttons on Abigail’s back. She put away her makeup tools and turned to leave the room.
At this moment, Lincoln Green entered with Rose Taylor.
After not seeing Abigail for several days, Lincoln glanced at her, exaggeratedly filling out the wedding dress, and ordered with a frown, “There are many nobles from Gills City here today. Don’t embarrass me.”
Abigail lifted her eyes and gave a cool look at her biological father, “What can I do? Just being alive makes you lose face. How about we call off this engagement, and you let your wife release Aunt Claudia?”
“Insolent. Is this how you talk to me, or to your Aunt Rose?” Lincoln, provoked by Abigail’s attitude, rebuked coldly.
Rose quickly stepped forward to mediate, “Honey, don’t be angry. Abby has always liked Clark and she surely won’t back out. She’s just been led astray by Aunt Claudia. Don’t take it to heart.”
“Wasn’t it you who raised me? If anyone’s led me astray, it’s you,” Abigail said, looking at the well-maintained yet highly hypocritical woman in front of her.
“You… how could you become ? Your Aunt is speaking up for you, yet you can’t even distinguish right from wrong.” Lincoln was furious.
Abigail found it amusing. Who really couldn’t distinguish right from wrong?
Lincoln, irritated by the mockery in his daughter’s eyes, said, “I don’t care what you think. This engagement must go ahead, whether you want it or not.”
After finishing his words, Lincoln walked out of the room. However, Rose stayed.
Abigail raised an eyebrow, lazily reclining in her chair, observing the stepmother who had quickly shed her facade of gentleness once Lincoln had left.