The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 3 Marion's hand trembled, and her phone slipped from her grasp, hitting the bed rail with a loud crack before landing on the floor.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Cassie woke abruptly, instinctively turning towards Marion. Cassie’s heart surged with a mix of excitement and heartache. “Marion, are you awake?”

“Cassie—"

Marion tried to address her friend but her voice trembled and made it difficult to talk. Cassie, having just woken up herself, did not think much of the sound of Marion’s phone falling.

As she bent down, Cassie picked up the phone, and as she did, she caught sight of the illuminated screen. There was a photo of Jameson embracing Sally.

Cassie seethed with anger, her entire body trembling. Unsure if Marion had seen the picture yet, she suppressed her rage, pretending everything was fine. “Marion, you’re awake. I'll get the doctor to check on you.”

Marion’s gaze swept over the phone Cassie placed on the bedside table. She did not say anything. She closed her eyes and softly replied, “Okay.”

Cassie was still wearing yesterday's bridesmaid dress; she had not changed since last night, standing guard in the hospital room all night.

Marion did not want her friend to worry anymore. Besides, it was time for her to face the harsh reality.

What did twelve years of childhood friendship matter? In Sally’s eyes, she would always be Jameson’s second choice. She once reassured herself that it did not matter, that he loved her, but the excruciating pain coursing through her body now screamed otherwise.

If Jameson truly loved her, how could he repeatedly abandon her without a second thought? She’s had enough! Marion clenched the bedsheets tightly, gritting her teeth. The tension intensified the pain from her wounds, but it was the only way she could stay awake. She had had enough!

Cassie returned with Richard bringing breakfast. The tension he held throughout the night finally eased. After the doctor’s examination, as Richard stepped out of the room, he suddenly collapsed.

Hearing the commotion outside, Marion called out, “Dad,” a hint of panic crossing her pale face. Cassie hurried outside to check.

Marion lay on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling, never hating herself more. Lucas Craig and Daniel Florrick emerged from the elevator and saw Richard being assisted by nurses toward the family waiting area.

Daniel hesitated and then spoke, “Mr. Craig?”

The man’s eyebrows twitched, and he raised his hand, signaling for Daniel to assess the situation. Daniel nodded and went over to Richard.

Lucas shifted his gaze and continued walking deeper into the ward. Soon, he arrived at Marion’s room.

His dark eyes flickered, and he stepped inside. Hearing footsteps, Marion slowly opened her eyes. As her eyes met the man’s deep, ocean-like gaze, she uttered, “Mr. Craig?”

“Miss Cartier, | was the one who hit you yesterday. What compensation can | offer you?” The man’s voice was low, his words carrying a hint of indifference. It was a casual remark, delivered calmly and with little feeling.

Marion was momentarily stunned. The incident last night was an accident, and in her pursuit of Jameson, she had not paid any attention to the vehicles around her. In a way, she also bore some responsibility.

She lowered her gaze, looking at the bandages on her body, and remained silent. Suddenly, her phone vibrated, and the screen lit up. She turned her head, attempting to reach for the phone, but accidentally pulled at her wounds. The pain instantly drained the color from her face.

Lucas observed her and then reached for the phone, placing it within her reach. Before Marioni could pick up the phone, a message from Sally illuminated the screen.

Without picking up the phone, she looked at the message, and an excessively absurd thought sprouted in her mind. Instead of grabbing the phone, she lifted her head slightly and gazed directly at Lucas. “Marriage.” She knew she was asking for the impossible, but everyone was mocking her. She wanted to slap those who ridiculed her!

Biting her lip, she emphasized once more, “Marry me.”