Chapter 914

Hailey didn’t even flinch at the news. Briley had only herself to blame for getting caught and deserved whatever consequences awaited her. As for the chaos at the Higgins wedding, she hadn’t expected that family’s secrets to explode so publicly. A pregnant ex-girlfriend showing up in front of everyone? It must have been quite the scene.

A slow, cunning smile curled Hailey’s lips.

Meanwhile, back at the Higgins family estate, the air was thick with tension. Rodger, Jarrett, Daren, and Ophelia sat scattered across the sofas, none of them willing to break the silence. The pressure in the room was almost suffocating.

Finally, Daren snapped, slamming his hand against the armrest. “Rodger, after everything that happened today, your family owes us an explanation!”

His voice was hard, heavy with accusation. “My sister was publicly humiliated. How are we supposed to show our faces in Beversea after this scandal?”

He wasn’t wrong to be furious. Ophelia, the cherished princess of the Johnson family, had been disgraced on what should have been the happiest day of her life.

Ophelia had been utterly upstaged by a woman she didn’t even know. And to make matters worse, that woman had claimed to be carrying the groom’s child.

There were no words for the humiliation that both Ophelia and her family endured.

Rodger immediately mustered the most conciliatory smile he could manage. “Daren, please, let’s all try to calm down,” he pleaded, adopting a humble tone. “Let’s not get carried away.”

He stood up and personally refilled Daren’s coffee cup. “This is entirely our responsibility. We truly had no idea this would happen. I promise, we won’t let Ophelia suffer this injustice without taking action.” Despite his calm demeanor, Rodger was seething inside.

Yvonne had chosen the worst possible time to stir up trouble. What miserable luck. Still, his priority was to keep Daren and Ophelia from escalating the situation further.

Daren gave a derisive snort, picking up his cup but refusing to drink from it—a clear gesture of dissatisfaction. “You’d better mean what you say, Rodger,” he replied, his voice dripping with skepticism.

It was obvious he had little faith in any vague assurances.

Throughout the tense exchange, Jarrett remained silent, his eyes lowered and his expression clouded. He was still struggling to process the news about Yvonne’s pregnancy. The revelation had blindsided him as much as anyone else. When could it have possibly happened? He truly had no idea.

Just then, footsteps echoed from the hall as the family doctor descended the staircase, a report in hand. He approached Rodger and offered a small, respectful bow.

“Mr. Higgins,” the doctor said, his tone calm and professional. “Based on the test results, Miss Bryant is indeed pregnant. She is about five months along, and the baby’s condition is currently stable.”

All the color drained from Ophelia’s face at the news.

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