Goodbye, My Love

Chaos ensued in the Cooper family’s banquet hall, leaving only the remnants of what was once a grand feast. Judie found herself alone in the center, boiling with anger and frustration. She stamped her feet, eyes fixed on the departing guests, fury building to a point where she seemed poised to lunge at Loraine.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Because of Loraine, her reputation had crumbled before the villagers.

Who among them would respect her now?

Before Judie could confront Loraine, Marco stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Judie with a warning. He shielded Loraine, and they turned to leave.

Judie’s rage found a new target and she immediately gave an order to her bodyguards.

“Arrest them! If you fail, you won’t see a dime of your pay this month!”

The courtyard was filled with bodyguards who had clashed with Marco before. Their previous defeat lingered in their memories, and none dared move.

Marco’s sneer was laden with contempt. “Cross Loraine again,” he warned, his voice ice-cold, “and I won’t be lenient.”

Judie’s anger gave way to fear, her body stiffening as Marco and

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Loraine passed unhindered, her bodyguards equally frozen.

After their departure, Judie’s composure shattered. She screamed in frustration, her bodyguards slinking away to avoid blame, Leaving her alone in her fury.

She raged, tears of anger streaming down her face. Everything had been so carefully planned; how had it come to this?

Then, a woman’s voice broke through her turmoil, soft yet filled with authority. “My darling Judie, what has happened? Who ruined your banquet and made you cry? Tell me, and Mommy will make it right.”

As the woman’s voice reached her, Judie felt increasingly wronged and let out a shout, “Mom!”

A middle-aged woman was standing in front of Judie. She wore a dress adorned with floral patterns, looked to be in her forties, and seemed well-preserved, radiating a youthful aura. Her makeup was applied heavily, causing her to resemble an identical version of Judie.

This woman was none other than Zaria Cooper, Judie’s mother.

She projected an artificial air of sophistication, which seemed mismatched due to a lack of background or experience to support it.

Currently, her feigned grace appeared awkward and unattractive as she approached Judie, her face displaying fury.

“My darling, as soon as I heard the party turned sour, I rushed over.

What happened? Why are your eyes brimming with tears? Who dared to upset you?”

Zaria’s face contorted with anger as she noticed tear-streaks on

Judie’s face, which accentuated the hidden wrinkles beneath her makeup.

Her countenance turned menacing, and deep lines appeared around her nose and mouth.