Seeing Ophelia hesitating, Madeleine asked, "Whoâs calling?"
Ophelia shook her head and responded, "I have no idea. Itâs a strange number."
Madeleine snatched the phone from Opheliaâs hand and hung up, saying, "Since itâs a strange number, donât answer it. Maybe itâs some phone scam."
Ophelia nodded.
The phone started to ring again when the two picked up the menus. Ophelia stretched out her hand and said, "Madeleine, hand me my phone. I suppose it must be someone I know calling me with someone elseâs phone."
Madeleine passed the phone back to Ophelia. Ophelia pressed the answer button and said, "Hello, whoâs that?"
"Youâre Ophelia, right? Iâm Tassachâs mother. We met a few times several years ago. I wonder if you still remember me?"
Opheliaâs face clouded over all of a sudden. She tightened her grip on the phone. It never occurred to her that she would get Mrs. Conduibhâs call five years later, and her voice reminded Ophelia of the nightmares she had used to have.
Just because of this elegant-looking lady who was actually a back-stabber, Ophelia was accused of selling trade secrets and almost thrown into prison. Thanks to this woman, Ophelia was plunged into misery, so she was scared upon hearing her voice again now.
Ophelia took a deep breath, managed to calm down and said coolly, "Hello, Mrs. Conduibh. I wonder what youâre calling me for."
Madeleine widened her eyes in astonishment when hearing Ophelia calling "Mrs. Conduibh". She stared at the phone in Opheliaâs hand and said through clenched teeth, "Ophelia, give me your phone."
Ophelia shook her hand, made an eye gesture to Madeleine telling her to stay away, and continued, "Mrs. Conduibh, are you still there? What are you calling me for?"
"Do you have time now? I want to invite you to lunch. I do have something to tell you," Mrs. Conduibh said on the other end of the line.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Conduibh, but Iâm having lunch with my friend, so I may not be able to accept your invitation," Ophelia declined.
After what had happened to her, Ophelia didnât really want to see Mrs. Conduibh again.
"Itâs alright. I can have lunch with you guys. You just need to tell me your address, and Iâll join you," Mrs. Conduibh insisted.
Frowning, Ophelia still wanted to refuse. "Mrs. Conduibh, Iâm afraid that you wonât feel comfortable eating with my friend. How about this? Since Iâm free tomorrow noon, letâs meet then. What do you think?"
Mrs. Conduibh wouldnât give up. "I can eat with your friend. Although Iâm senior to you guys, I can get on with the young people."
Now that Mrs. Conduibh said that, Ophelia could do nothing but let her come.
Ophelia told Mrs. Conduibh the location and the latter hung up immediately.
Madeleine asked, "Sheâs coming to join us?"
Ophelia nodded.
Madeleine got angry. "Does this woman have any dignity left? After what she did to you, she still has the gall to call you."
Ophelia comforted her. "Madeleine, calm down. Itâs been so long since what happened. Weâll only make ourselves uncomfortable if we donât let go."
Madeleine slapped the menu down on the table and snapped, "How can I not get mad? The Conduibh family went too far and drove us to the wall. If you hadnât met Zachariah and signed the marriage pact, you would have been in prison right now. I have never seen anyone so nasty and mean. If I got a chance, I would spit on the whole Conduibh family. Humph, theyâre nothing but a bunch of hooligans in rich peopleâs clothing. At least hooligans rob you aboveboard."
"Come on. Donât be angry anymore." Ophelia patted Madeleine on the back of her hand and consoled her, "Since you know theyâre vulgar, donât be mad at them because theyâre not worth your anger, and we wonât see them in the future. Just donât worry, and donât get too agitated when we have lunch together later."
"Iâve lost all my appetite at the thought of them. I donât even want to eat anymore. I wonder why you can still stay so calm and allow her to join us. Are you out of your mind?" Madeleine wished she could tear Opheliaâs head apart to see what was wrong with her brain. Otherwise, she wouldnât have agreed to eat with Mrs. Conduibh as if nothing had ever happened.
"Sheâs just an irrelevant person, and itâs not worthwhile being mad at her. Besides, they wouldnât know if I got angry, so why bother?"
Madeleine glared at Ophelia, finding herself always shut down by Opheliaâs sophistry.
"Come on. Donât be angry. Thereâs no point getting mad at some irrelevant person," Ophelia comforted her.
Madeleine ordered plenty of dishes to vent her anger.
It didnât take long before Mrs. Conduibh walked elegantly into the restaurant carrying her designer bag.
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The Vixen's Man ï¤15 She went straight to Opheliaâs table and sat down on her own, saying, "What makes you want to have hot pot? The smell is simply disgusting. Canât you eat in a fancy restaurant?"
Madeleine snorted and replied, "Weâre just ordinary people, not ladies like you, Mrs. Conduibh. If you canât eat it, thereâs the door."
Mrs. Conduibhâs eyes moved curiously over Madeleineâs face and she wondered, "Whoâs this? She looks familiar. I might have seen her before."
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