Helen never broke character as a strong and independent for as long as Frank knew her and would stay stoic even with him.
Her raving outburst actually left his heart skipping a beat, and he held her firmly in his arms, his eyes flashing. “Don’t worry. I won’t let you die here… absolutely not!”
“Yes!” Helen nodded in his arms—she had decided to trust him, and she would do so to the bitter end!
“Do you know what you’re doing, Helen?!” Chaz shrieked, his face contorted in fury as he revealed in true nature.
His own bride-to-be was spurning him on the altar.
No, forget that—what she just did just made him lose face. She could well have cut it off!
Exposing him in public and slapping him, then running to another man?!
His reputation was being trodden on—how would Southstream rich and important see him now? Or his own family, for that matter?!
This was not even an insult. It was a declaration of war, one that would be fought to the bitter end!
Chaz would rather die than let those two leave—dying would be a relief compared to being mocked for the rest of his life!
Gina, who had just been pushed by her own daughter, could faint just then. “Helen! Get down on your knees and apologize to Mr. Graves and Mr. Lionheart, then finish this wedding! You’ll become the pariah of the family if you keep being stubborn!”
It was unbelievable—her daughter was never this unreasonable! And it was all Frank’s fault!
However, what scared Gina the most was the collective wrath of the Graves and the Lionhearts.
If Helen really left with Frank now, it would be all over for the Northstream Lanes!
That was why she was instantly aligning herself with the Graves and the Lionhearts.
Even Cindy was shaking in panic and shrieking at Helen, “Calm down, Helen! If you really leave with that lowlife, it’s over for the family… and me!”
“Shut up!” Helen flipped off Cindy right then. “I’ve had enough of you already. Don’t you think that I’m unaware about you stealing my jewelry—I just can’t be bothered! And how low can you sink, using my company’s stamp to approve your cravings for branded goods?!”
“What? I…” Cindy was left stumped.
The heiress from earlier who was fawning over Helen and Frank’s escapade happened to be sitting beside Cindy.
As she turned, she immediately saw the necklace poking out of Cindy’s handbag and promptly grabbed it, shouting loudly, “Isn’t this the Graves family’s Orchid necklace? Speak! How did it get inside your handbag?!”
“I… I…” Cindy stammered but could not manage a coherent sentence.
The crowd around her was soon in an uproar.
“Holy shit, Ms. Lane is right!”
“And I thought it was all bullshit…”
“Stealing the Graves family’s dowry? She really is a piece of shit.”
