Chapter 443

This was an elegantly decorated restaurant.

To ensure diners' privacy and personal space, partitions were used to separate the tables, allowing guests to enjoy their meals undisturbed.

Nina and Ophelia had barely taken their seats when an elevated female voice resounded from the next table.

"Why don't you just kick her out with nothing?"

It was Vilma. Ophelia's fingers paused briefly as she flipped through the menu, raising her head to exchange a glance with Nina.

Nina, holding her water glass, put it down and started to signal for a waiter to change their position.

But Ophelia stopped her with a raised hand.

The conversation next door continued, now with a familiar middle-aged man's voice-Nathaniel.

"We've been married for so many years, and I wouldn't be where I am today without her family's support."

"Nathaniel, if you care so much about her, you shouldn't have gotten involved with me. I'm not against you giving her money; I just think you're giving her too much," Vilma argued.

"After all, she and I still have a son together." Nathaniel replied.

"And I'm carrying your son too. You only think about them; but have you thought about us? Should my child suffer as soon as he's born?" Vilma shot back, her voice cracking.

Nathaniel tried to soothe her, "You're overreacting. Since I'm willing to divorce Ophelia for you, I won't let you and the child suffer."

"You're just sweet-talking me," Vilma whimpered.

Nathaniel kept trying to calm her down with sweet words.

Nina glanced at Ophelia and suggested, "Should we move?"

She wasn't scared, just grossed out.

Ophelia closed the menu and was about to stand when Vilma walked over, probably heading to the restroom.

Seeing Ophelia, Vilma's face changed. "Ophelia, what a coincidence! You're here too?" she said loudly, drawing attention.

She called out "Ophelia" loudly, making sure Nathaniel heard.

Sure enough, after some rustling, Nathaniel appeared beside Vilma.

The recently divorced Ophelia and Nathaniel exchanged a brief glance before looking away.

Nathaniel reached out to support Vilma, cautiously saying, "Weren't you going to the restroom? I'll go with you."

Vilma, however, felt that he was avoiding Ophelia.

Her temper flared as she stood her ground, "Nathaniel, you and Ophelia were once a couple. Even though you're divorced now, you shouldn't act like you don't know her. At least say hello."

Ophelia's eyes narrowed, her gaze mocking. "Vilma, that's enough. Don't flaunt your bad deeds, or you'll get what's coming to you."

Vilma's eyes widened in fear. "Ophelia, are you threatening me and my child?"

"Nathaniel, listen to what she's saying." Vilma whined, clutching Nathaniel's collar.

Nathaniel frowned and turned to Ophelia. "I know you hate me. If you have an issue, take it out on me, but leave them out of it."

Ophelia laughed bitterly, "If you're paranoid, see a doctor. Don't drag me into your delusions."

"I'm not making this up," Vilma shot back, her voice rising and drawing looks from nearby tables.

"Can you deny that you told Nina to run me down with her car that day? You wanted to kill me and my unborn child! Ophelia, others might not see through you, but I do. You're the most vicious person I've ever met."

From Vilma's defiant stance, many people may think she was Nathaniel's original wife.

Recently, Nathaniel and Ophelia's divorce had been the talk of the town.

Now, some people in the restaurant recognized them and started filming the scene.

Ophelia felt humiliated. She had always valued her dignity, but now, her last shred of it was being torn apart by Nathaniel and Ophelia..

The atmosphere was thick with tension.

Vilma kept hurling accusations, and Ophelia was on the verge of losing her temper.

Just as Ophelia was about to stand up and slap Vilma, Nina beat her to it.

Nina stood up and threw her glass of juice right in Vilma's face.

The world fell silent.

Vilma stood there, her delicate makeup ruined by the juice, dripping steadily downward.

After a long moment, she grabbed Nathaniel's hand and let out a piercing scream.

Nina raised her hand and called the restaurant manager, "Joshua, could you please ask these two to leave? They're too noisy and ruining my appetite."

Joshua recognized Nina because his boss, Richard, often brought her there.

So he immediately said to Nathaniel and Vilma, "I'm sorry, but you two need to leave."

Nathaniel's face darkened, and he said to Joshua, "Do you know who I am? You're kicking me out?"

"Please leave," Joshua said firmly.

"Nathaniel!" Vilma protested, clinging to Nathaniel's sleeve and whining, then pointed at Nina, "Make her apologize to me!"

Nathaniel looked embarrassed and cold.

He knew that the owner of this restaurant was Richard.

Richard was dismissive of him.

And now they were being expelled, with no hope of asking Nina to apologize to them.

Nathaniel, holding back his anger, grabbed Vilma's hand, "Let's go."

"I won't go!" Vilma struggled, screaming as she suddenly lunged at Nina.

No one reacted in time. Nina tried to dodge but couldn't, and Vilma's nails scratched her cheek.

A thin line of blood appeared on her face.

Seeing this, Ophelia stood up, walked over, and slapped Vilma.

Vilma staggered and fell into Nathaniel's arms.

Realizing what happened, Vilma covered her cheek, glaring at Ophelia, and suddenly burst into tears.

Nathaniel hadn't reacted yet when she clutched her stomach, pretending to be in pain, "My belly, it hurts so much."

Nathaniel immediately panicked, "Vilma, are you okay? Don't scare me."

Vilma collapsed to the ground, and Nathaniel had to crouch down to support her.

The surrounding crowd gathered, taking photos with their phones.

Nathaniel felt utterly humiliated. He had intended to cause trouble for Nina and Ophelia.

At this time, Michael walked over.

Seeing Michael, Nathaniel shuddered and didn't dare to say another word.

He picked up Vilma and left in a hurry.