After her rebirth

With a loud voice, everyone turned to see where it came from.

There stood a middle-aged woman in a floral jacket and black pants.

Her face was rough, full of deep wrinkles, and her hair was piled high on her head.

Her cloudy eyes were now locked on Clara.

When Clara saw her, she went pale.

Elodie and Oliver were stunned.

This was Clara's real mom, Ella Garcia, who Elodie and Oliver had only met once.

Ella was a rude, ill-mannered woman, ugly and low-class.

That one meeting made Elodie determined to keep Clara away from Ella.

So, Elodie paid Ella off, telling her to disappear as if Clara never existed.

Ella, with her hands on her hips, walked towards the stage, "Clara, it's bad enough you haven't visited me all these years, but you didn't even invite me to your engagement. Do you only care about your rich adoptive mom and forget about your real one?"

Each of Ella's harsh words cut through Clara's defenses, exposing her shameful past for everyone to see.

The room buzzed with whispers.

People pointed and murmured.

This engagement party was grand. Even though Gabriel didn't like Desmond marrying Clara, it was his beloved Desmond's engagement, and Gabriel had invited many business partners.

There were also those who wanted to get in good with the Boleyn family and attended willingly.

The admiring glances had now turned into sneers.

"I heard the Manners family adopted the wrong daughters back then. So, this Clara has such a mother."

"The Boleyn family is really generous, not minding Clara's background. But Clara's character doesn't seem very good."

"Exactly, not inviting her own mother to her wedding. One should always remember their roots, not just stay where there's money."

"Clara must think her mother is embarrassing. It's outrageous."

Clara's painful memories surged, and she bit her lip hard.

Suddenly, she thought of something and scanned the crowd, spotting Katniss with a mocking smile.

It was Katniss's doing!

Clara vowed to make Katniss regret this deeply.

By now, Ella had reached the stage.

Clara trembled, tears streaming down, and looked desperately at Desmond. "Desmond, I'm scared. What should I do? I don't know how this happened."

Desmond, with a stern face, pulled Clara behind him and coldly looked at Ella, "Don't disrupt the ceremony. Go outside and wait. We can talk privately."

"Listen to that. Is this how my future son-in-law talks to me?" Ella pointed her finger at Desmond's face, raising her voice, "I'm telling you, Clara is my daughter. Don't look down on me. When you get married, you will have to call me 'Mom'!"

Desmond had never been treated like this before, his face darkening as he said, "You!"

"What do you mean 'you'? Aren't you rich city folks the ones who care most about manners?"

Ella rolled her eyes, "Even a three-year-old understands this. Don't you? I'm telling you, this bouquet must be given to me."noveldrama

"No one else should even think about it!"

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As Ella spoke, she glanced at Elodie.

Elodie was trembling with anger, barely able to hold the bouquet.

"Clara is my daughter and has nothing to do with you anymore. Stop causing trouble

here. Someone, get this person out of here," Elodie demanded.

At her command, a few bodyguards started moving forward.

Ella, not missing a beat, plopped down on the ground and started yelling, "This is ridiculous! A mother can't even come to her daughter's wedding. You rich folks have no manners!"

She wailed, her cries echoing, "How can anyone live like this? Where's the justice? Who's gonna stand up for me?"

Oliver, trying to stay calm, stood up and said, "This isn't the place for this. Get up and come with me to the back. We can talk there."

"Don't try to trick me. I'm staying right here for my daughter's wedding," Ella shot back.

Ella had found out that the future son-in-law was from the top-tier Boleyn family, and all their wealth would be his one day.

Today, she had to make sure everyone knew she was Clara's real mom, not that fake Elodie.

Carlton, seeing things were getting out of hand, frowned and turned to Clara, "Since she's your biological mother, giving her the bouquet wouldn't be too much."

Clara's eyes widened, tears streaming down, "Grandpa, I..."

Desmond objected strongly, "Grandpa, she can't stay here! She's just a country bumpkin, just throw her out."

Gabriel scolded quietly, "Listen to your grandpa! Haven't we lost enough face? If we kick her out now, the Boleyn family's reputation in Luminous City will be completely ruined!"

The situation had reached a breaking point, and the only way to end this mess quickly was to comply.

Desmond's face was cold, holding back his anger, he ordered, "Get a chair."

Standing next to him, Clara felt the last bit of color drain from her face, realizing she had to give the bouquet to Ella.

Her eyes were red, and she tugged at Desmond's sleeve, pleading for help.

Desmond couldn't let things get worse, he could only look at her with a mix of helplessness and pity.

A chair was quickly brought and placed next to Elodie. Ella got up, brushed the dust off her pants, and sat down proudly.

Clara, holding the bouquet, listened to the unpleasant comments around her, gritting her teeth, and re-presented the bouquet with Desmond.

Elodie watched as Ella accepted the bouquet that should have been hers alone, feeling like she'd been hit over the head, almost fainting.

Below the stage, Simon's forehead veins were bulging. If not for Lucas holding him back, he would have stormed the stage to throw Ella out.

Even the usually composed Dylan looked grim.

Lucas wasn't any better. He had thought Clara's marriage to the Boleyn family would

bring him big business benefits.

Instead, it had turned into a farce.

Katniss sat there, calmly watching the ceremony on stage.

"Are you happy now?"

Suddenly, Maximilian's deep voice came to Katniss's ear. Katniss's eyelashes fluttered,

and she instinctively looked at Maximilian.

Maximilian knew everything.

He noticed her gaze, took her hand, leaned in, and whispered, "The best part is coming."

At that moment, Carlton cleared his throat, smiling as he picked up the microphone, "Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for the little incident. Desmond's big event is settled, but don't rush off. Allow me to announce another joyous occasion regarding Maximilian."

"Not long ago, Maximilian got married quietly. The girl beside Maximilian is not only the eldest grandson's wife of the Boleyn family but also the future mistress of both the Hamilton family and the Boleyn family, Katniss Manners."