Chapter 1147: Chapter 1147

Chapter 1147:

If she had known, she wouldn’t have spoken so boldly on his behalf, only to find herself caught up in the fallout.

“‘I don’t care about your apology. Just stay away from me, and it’ll be good for both of us,’” Allison said, her tone sharp and dismissive. As Allison began to rise from her chair, Melany instinctively stepped in to block her path.

“‘I realize you don’t care,’” Melany said quickly, “‘but could you at least let me apologize properly?’”

At that moment, a waiter appeared beside them, setting a glass of wine in front of Allison and handing Melany her orange juice.

“‘Enjoy your drinks,’” the waiter said politely before stepping away.

Melany exhaled softly, feeling a wave of relief.

Lifting her glass of juice, she put on a look of heartfelt sincerity, even managing to squeeze out a few fake tears.

“‘I know you won’t believe me,’” Melany began, her voice low and unsteady. “‘But I’ve finally realized that Colton doesn’t love me. Maybe once this baby is born, he’ll leave me for good.’” She paused, her expression heavy with despair. “‘I’ve also come to see that putting so much into one man isn’t worth it, and treating you like a rival was a mistake.’”

Melany forced a bitter smile as she lifted her glass slightly, her movements deliberate.

“‘Ms. Clarke, I owe you a sincere apology,’” she said, her tone soft and earnest. “‘Even for Colton’s sake, I hope we can leave the past behind and move forward.’”

To give credit where it was due, Melany’s performance was flawless. Her voice wavered just enough to suggest raw emotion, and the tears welling in her eyes were perfectly timed, balancing sorrow and vulnerability.

To an outsider, she might have seemed truly repentant, someone seeking to make amends. But Allison wasn’t convinced.

𝐋𝚊𝓉𝐞𝑠𝓉 сһα𝓹𝖙𝑒𝗋𝓈 𝖌𝗮𝓁𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․𝚌𝗈𝗆

“‘What kind of game are you playing now?’” Allison asked sharply, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.

Allison’s eyes drifted toward the glass of orange juice in front of her. A faint suspicion began to take root in her thoughts. She had seen this act before — Melany was a master of masking her schemes behind a helpless and innocent demeanor.

“‘I swear, I mean no harm,’” Melany said, her voice soft but insistent.

Her hand rested lightly on her belly, drawing attention to her condition. “I’m a mother now,” she continued, her tone laced with fake sincerity. “I’m not the same person I used to be. Ms. Clarke, if you refuse to forgive me, I’ll keep holding this glass until you do.”

With exaggerated effort, she lifted the glass, pretending that it was a struggle to do so.

All around the banquet hall, guests who knew of Melany’s pregnancy were bound to notice the display. A scene like this was sure to spark murmurs among the crowd.

Melany wasn’t naive. She understood the kind of spectacle she was creating. Fabian’s banquet had already descended into chaos earlier, and she knew adding fuel to the fire would only make things worse. If anything more went awry tonight, Fabian’s temper was certain to flare.

And since Allison had wanted to secure a partnership, she had definitely wanted to smooth things over.

“‘Are you really being honest with this apology?’”

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