Chapter 122: A mysterious envelope
"Bella, the reunion is tomorrow. Are you absolutely sure you don’t want to come?" Kylie asked over the phone, her voice tinged with disappointment. "We kept rescheduling just for you. Everyone’s been so excited to see you, and now, out of nowhere, you’re saying you won’t be there?"
"I’m really sorry, Kylie," Orabela replied quietly.
"So, does that mean Layla won’t come either?" Kylie pressed.
"I have no idea," Orabela answered flatly.
Kylie sighed. "Oh, come on! Without you two, it just won’t be the same. Besides, Layla’s been all over the news lately. Marriage seems to have transformed her—she’s got that radiant glow and everything. I can’t help but envy her; she’s found such a devoted husband."
Orabela felt her patience slipping. "I have a headache, Kylie. Let’s talk later, okay?"
"Alright... but, one last thing," Kylie added, not quite ready to let her off the hook. "Is it true you’ll be the next chairwoman? There’s this strange rumor going around that Layla might actually take over your father’s company instead."
"Kylie, if you know who started that rumor, then bring them to me," Orabela said sharply, her patience finally snapping. "I’ve had enough for today, and this headache isn’t helping. Let’s end this conversation here." Without waiting for a reply, she hung up and switched off her phone, tossing it aside with frustration.
"They’re planning to push me out... as if I mean nothing to them anymore," she muttered bitterly, her voice tight with anger and hurt. "How could it be so easy for them? The love Mom and Grandma once had for me—it’s like it’s vanished completely."