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    Crash! The sses shattered, and dark red wine sshed all over her gown.


    Her expensive dress was ruined in seconds, soaked in crimson, while strands of her damp hair clung to her cheeks, leaving herpletely disheveled.


    The room went silent for a moment before whispers spread across the hall. Guests turned to watch, amused smirks appearing on their faces.


    Nina stood frozen, every stare piercing through her like sharp pins.


    “Oh my god. Isn’t Miss Carter a little careless?”


    “Look at her—what a shame to the Carter family.”


    “I heard she’s jealous of the newly recognized granddaughter, Ste. Well, serves her right for asking for attention.”


    Sharon couldn’t help butugh softly, tugging on Ste’s arm. “Stel, look at her.”


    Ste turned to where Nina sat on the floor, stunned and humiliated. With everyone watching, Ste calmly took off her jacket and draped it over Nina’s shoulders.


    “Here. Put this on. I’ll have the driver take you home.”


    Her tone was gentle but clear enough for people nearby to hear.


    Nina looked up, her eyes glistening with tears of embarrassment. “Who needs your coat?”


    Her voice came out faint, just enough for Ste and Sharon to catch it.


    Sharon opened her mouth to scold her for being ungrateful, but Ste spoke first, her voice steady and calm. “Don’t take it the wrong way. I just don’t want you to embarrass yourself any further. You still represent the Carter family.”


    Those words hit Nina like a p. She shoved Ste’s hand away, the coat slipping off andnding on the floor. “I don’t need your pity!”


    Lowering her head, she ran out of the banquet hall, leaving chaos behind her.


    The guests watched her go, their whispers quickly turning into louder gossip.


    Ste turned to Lance, worry in her eyes. “Should we go after her?”


    Lance frowned and shook his head. “No, she’ll calm down faster on her own.”


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    Whenever people tried tofort Nina, she only got worse.


    After knowing her for so many years, Lance understood that chasing her would only spark another argument. It was better to let her cool off alone.


    And besides, the driver was waiting outside—she would be safe.


    Hearing him say that, Ste didn’t argue. She simply went back to looking at the paintings with Sharon, and soon enough, everyone moved on like nothing had happened.


    When Nina got home, she tore at her wine-stained dress, tears blurring her vision.


    The humiliation from earlier felt like a knife, cutting deep into her pride.


    Ste’s arrogant expression and those fake, judgmental stares from everyone around her made her chest tighten with anger. “If none of you want to give me a way to live,” she muttered, her voice trembling, “then don’t expect mercy from me.”


    She stared at her reflection in the mirror, her hair messy, her eyes filled with fury and determination.


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