At Ophelia, her expression icy, โWhy did you do this to me?โ
Ophelia was stunned by Lydiaโs accusation. โWhat do you mean? What did I do to you?โ
Lydia snorted. โStop pretending. Every time we meet, you wear that fragrance with harmful ingredients. Werenโt you trying to harm me?โ
Opheliaโs face changed slightly. She hadnโt expected Tydia to find out. But she quickly denied it. โWhat fragrance? I have no idea what youโre talking about.โ
Lydia had been watching Ophelia closely and didnโt miss the flicker of guilt on her face. This only fueled her anger. โI treated you as a friend, and you deliberately tried to harm me. Youโre not even wearing the same scent right now as you do when we meet.โ
As Ophelia was about to respond, Lydia cut her off. โDonโt bother denying it. I went to the hospital today, and the tests confirmed it.โ
Ophelia hadnโt expected Lydia to have a checkup. Now she felt even more anxious. She had known the fragrance was problematic and had intentionally worn it whenever she met Lydia. But she never thought it could be detected through medical tests. She was about to continue feigning innocence.
Meanwhile, at Raylanโs estate, lโhoche was watching the livestream with him. Lydiaโs phone was in her bag, making it difficult for them to see what happened. Phoebe noticed that Jamar had been recording the conversation. She hacked into his phone and activated a hidden video connection. The connection was linked to a fake account, fully concealed. Even if Jamar checked his phone, he wouldnโt notice anything unusual.
As she listened to Lydia and Opheliaโs conversation, Phoebe moved her fingers to form a seal. Raylan had already noticed the day before that Phoebe had done something to Ophelia. Seeing her gestures now, he realized this was the moment she had been preparing for. It turned out everything had been within her calculations all along. Those self-important high-society women were the ones being played.
In the hotel room, Ophelia wanted to explain; laut suddenly shivered. The residual evil energy in her body flared up, clouding her mind and amplifying her emotions. As a result, what she intended to say was completely different from what came out. She blurted out, โYouโre just stupid? Iโve worn that fragrance many times, and you never even noticed.โ
Lydia had expected Ophelia to deny it. She never thought she would outright admit it and even insult her intelligence. She snapped, โYou, you bitch. All those times you whispered bad things about Phoebeโฆ Were you trying to drive a wedge between us?โ
Ophelia let out a cold laugh. โYou just figured that out! I have a terrible relationship with my own daughter, so of course, I didnโt want you and Phoebe to be on good terms.โ She added, โBesides, I just hate her. I wanted her to suffer. And with an idiot like you leading the charge, why wouldnโt I use you?โ
The moment she finished speaking, Opheliaโs expression shifted, and panic flashed through her eyes. She didnโt know why she would say it out loud. She felt increasingly unstable, like she needed to lash out. So Ophelia sneered again. โThe worse things got between you and Phoebe, the happier I was.โ
Lytiq was so furious that she nearly collapsed backward. She pointed a shaking finger at Ophelia. โYou! You told me to get Phoebeโs hair so you could help her with an exorcism. That was a lie too, wasnโt it?โ You wasted my time helping you reconcile with your daughter? She was never thankful. The way she treated you was your own damn fault.โ
Then, her voice turned eerily sinister. โI hired a powerful Voodoo Warlock to curse Phoebe. I needed her hair, and who better to get it than her mother?โ โIf you had managed to get it, she wouldโve suffered a fate worse than death. Wouldnโt that have been fun?โ
She then looked at Lydia with disgust. โBut unfortunately, youโre not just stupid. Youโre useless. You couldnโt even get a single strand of your own daughterโs hair. Pathetic.โ
She sneered. โYou were lucky. Otherwise, with your looks and intelligence, do you really think youโd ever marry into a wealthy family?โ Ophelia had always despised women like Lydia. Those useless rich daughters who were born into privilege and effortlessly married into wealth.
Ophelia sneered. โI got close to you on purpose. Using the fragranceโs effects to brainwash and manipulate you.โ โNot only could I use you against Phoebe, but I also wanted to see you make a fool of yourself.โ
She added, โAfter Phoebe is ruined, I would have spread the news that you betrayed your own daughter. Imagine your husbandโs reaction: โWhat about the Jenkins family! And your own relatives?โโ
Ophelia relished nothing more than dragging these so-called high-society women down, watching them disgraced and fall into disgrace. She had done it before. It was always exhilarating and satisfying.
Lydia was so furious she completely lost control. She lunged forward, grabbed Opheliaโs collar, and slapped her. She yelled, โYou heartless wretch! How dare you use and humiliate me! I wonโt let you off!โ
As a wealthy socialite and a respected wife, Lydia had always maintained her composure. But this time, she couldnโt hold back. It was her first time ever slapping someone.
Caught off guard, Ophelia was hit several times in quick succession. โYou bitch, you dare hit me?โ She grabbed Lydiaโs hair and slapped her back.
The two wealthy ladies screamed and cursed at each other, scratching, pulling, and hitting without any trace of elegance. Jamar, who had been recording the entire scene, was dumbfounded. He had never seen his mother act like a street brawler, and Ophelia was even wilder. No wonder there were rumors online that she had been a delinquent in her youth. Her fighting skills were far superior to his motherโs.
Lydia had the upper hand at first, but soon, Ophelia had her pinned to the couch, gripping her hair and clawing at her face. Jamar cringed. It was brutal. Lydia had never been in a real fight, so naturally, she was no match for Ophelia, who had been in plenty.
Beaten and clawed at, she let out a painful scream. โYou shameless bitch, youโre choking me!โ Ophelia had completely lost control. She spat, โAs long as I can beat the crap out of you, I donโt care.โ
Then, another round of attacks. Jamar was utterly shocked. He couldnโt help but wonder if Finnian saw this, would he still be so madly in love with Ophelia.
Just then, his mother screamed, completely throwing aside her dignity. โJamar! Are you blind! Your mother is being bullied, and youโre just standing there!โ That snapped him out of it. He should probably help.
He rushed forward pulling Ophelia off and restraining her. Lydia, disheveled and breathless, wasnโt about to let it slide. She pounced on Ophelia, wildly slapping, scratching, and even pinching her. Now it was Opheliaโs turn to scream in pain. She retaliated with kicks.
Their fight got so loud that hotel staff came knocking. Then, it finally made them pause, catching their breath.
Meanwhile, Poche was watching remotely. She swiftly saved the video and sent it to her anonymous email. A spectacle like this was too good to keep private. She liked to let everyone join in the fun.