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    “Most likely. I advised them to stay discreet, but they disregarded it. Given the consequences, how can they continue living in Glophia?” Juliana broke down in tears as she spoke. “I deeply regret it. Those youngsters have been spoiled.”


    Norah handed her a tissue. “Don’t fret over them. Just focus on your own life.”


    How much time did she have left? The less she stressed, the longer her life would be. Norah had assessed Juliana’s health and noticed her excessive worry. It would be better for her to reduce her anxiety.


    Juliana was aware of this fact, but her love for her grandchildren made it difficult for her to witness their suffering.


    “I understand, Norah, but I can’t stand by and watch them struggle without doing anything.”


    Having exchanged rings, Madeline found herself unable to endure the mocking gazes andments from the guests. In response, she raised the hem of her dress and descended from the stage quickly.


    The emcee hurriedly interjected, “Hey, please stop. The proceedings are still underway.”


    Derek’s expression grew somber. It was not easy for them to withstand the pressure andplete the ring exchange. Observing Madeline’s trembling form, he reluctantly agreed to her decision to step down, concerned that she might faint again. “Alright, we’re done.”


    Halting the emcee, he instructed, “Conclude the ceremony with a few words.”


    Determined to discover the culprit quickly, he vowed to seek retribution upon finding them.


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    Disappointed by theck of entertainment, Norah bid Juliana farewell. “I must attend to something else. Farewell, and take care.”


    Naturally, Susanna wouldn’t remain if Norah departed. She pocketed her phone and trailed after Norah. Suddenly, a scream erupted from the stage, prompting everyone to gaze curiously in that direction.


    It sounded like the bride’s voice, apanied bymotion.


    “Summon an ambnce!”


    “The bride fell from the stage. She’s… she’s bleeding.”


    “There’s an increasing amount of blood. What should we do?”


    Kathy rushed to Madeline’s side, embracing her.


    “Madeline, you are bleeding!”


    Madeliney on the floor in her white wedding dress; the fabric fanned out around her, entuating the blood pooling between her legs in a startling disy. Rhoda panicked, “Madeline’s pregnant. I fear for the baby’s safety. What should we do?”


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