Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 232

"It's tougher than you thought. You must've dug into my past. You know what I went through." I said it casually.

She had tried to bribe me before, so she must've checked me out.

But Ophelia snapped back, "Who needed to investigate you? You were all over the internet, causing a scene. I couldn't avoid knowing even if I tried."

She didn't realize how fake she sounded. I let it slide.

Ophelia switched gears, "I can handle this. If I help her out and ask for some cash, you think she'll go for it?"

I thought it over. Compared to Beatrice losing a house worth millions, if Ophelia's price wasn't too steep, Beatrice would probably be glad to have her help.

As long as the problem got solved.

But I doubted Ophelia's ability. "Can you really handle it? Missy and her family aren't easy to deal with. You couldn't even handle your parents back then and almost ended up on the streets. Can you really fix this?"

Ophelia's face went blank for a moment.

Her eyes darted around. Just when I thought she was going to lash out, she spoke honestly, "Maybe I was sick back then. They say the less you have, the more you crave. I grew up in a family that favored boys over girls. They didn't like me and even told me I was supposed to live for my brother."

She continued, "I'm vain, you know. I craved love too. But my boyfriend wasn't well-off, and my mom didn't want me to study or understand things. How many good families would want me? Later, she broke us up over money."

"My mom said if he wouldn't give me money, he didn't love me enough. To live well, love doesn't matter; money does. So she sent me to a rich family. The first guy was fat. I couldn't stand it and almost threw up, so I ran away."

"Then I met Alan. Compared to other rich, fat old men, he was wealthy, good-looking, and young. At least he wasn't disgusting, right?"

For some reason, though Ophelia spoke lightly, I saw pain in her eyes.

She hated her parents' control and favoritism towards her brother, but she also craved their love, so she couldn't escape their grip, struggling her whole life.

She probably had a cage in her heart since she was young. Now that she was older, the cage was still there, but modern ideas made her want to break free.

This made her conflicted and awkward.

"Don't give me that pitying look. Do you think I need it? I don't!" Ophelia said to me, but also to herself.

I said, "I'm not pitying you. If you want to do it, it's your choice. It's your life. I'm just reminding you because I've seen how tough those people can be."

After spending more time with Ophelia, I found her less annoying. Sure, she liked to argue, but she often said one thing and meant another. Just now, she stood up for me.

Ophelia smiled confidently, "Don't worry. Those troublesome villagers? You might not have the means I do. Do you think I broke free from my parents' control for nothing?"

Since she seemed confident, I contacted Beatrice for her.

As I expected, compared to losing her million-dollar house, paying Ophelia to deal with Missy's family was a no-brainer for Beatrice.

So, it was Ophelia's showtime.

She liked to keep me updated on her progress.

Her method was simple and direct. She hired some big, muscular guys from the gym to intimidate Missy's family.

After calling the police and kicking them out, whenever they tried to block Beatrice or cause trouble, the gym guys would scare them off.

Missy's family were bullies at home but cowards outside. Seeing those intimidating guys, they got scared and stopped bothering Beatrice.

To prevent future issues, Ophelia suggested Beatrice sell the house and move.

Once Missy couldn't find Beatrice, the problem was solved.

After everything was settled, Ophelia got a nice reward. She even offered to treat me to a meal.

"You worked hard for that money. No need to treat me. Save it so your parents don't trick you again," I reminded her kindly, seeing her trying to live better.

Ophelia stared at me, making me a bit uncomfortable.

"Don't look at me like that. I might think you like me!" I teased.

Ophelia glared playfully. If I were a guy, I might have been charmed. No wonder Alan fell for her.

"I just don't like owing favors. Consider it your commission and thanks for your help before," Ophelia replied proudly.

I didn't call her out. "Sure, you don't like me. You never say anything nice."

Ophelia laughed but drank a lot.

After drinking, she let her guard down, her eyes red, "I envy you. Why don't I have loving parents? Why do they only love my brother? Why did they even have me? But I had no choice."

"Since they took all my money and didn't care if I lived or died, I've given up on them. I have a chance now. A friend wants to partner with me, so I'm leaving town. I might not come back. My parents won't find me.""We didn't get along at first, but you're the only one I can talk to here, so I wanted to tell you."

I didn't expect her to say goodbye.

But this city wasn't kind to her. Moving on was her way of making peace with her past.

"Make sure the partnership is solid. Check with a lawyer. If it's all good, go for it!" I advised.

Ophelia looked up, tears in her eyes but smiling, "Thank you!"