On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 153: Don’t You Think Chelsea and Mrs. Miller Look Alike?

Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Don’t You Think Chelsea and Mrs. Miller Look Alike?

When Sebastian Forrest and I rushed to the hospital, we saw Jude Miller standing outside the emergency room. Nearby stood two women, one of whom was Claire Miller, who had arrived earlier.

The other, a middle-aged woman, was persistently comforting Claire Miller, looking as if her heart was breaking for her.

"Claire, don’t cry. This isn’t your fault. Don’t be so hard on yourself..."

Claire Miller’s eyes were red and swollen, and she looked at Jude Miller with a timid, cautious expression.

The middle-aged woman frowned at Jude Miller. "Jude, how can you blame your sister for something like this? She was taken from my side when she was just a child to soothe my sister’s grief over losing her daughter. It’s been painful enough for us to endure being separated!"

"Besides, Claire said it herself just now. All she did was tell the truth—that the girl who came to the Miller family’s home today was an imposter. What’s wrong with that? And now you’re scowling at her, trying to scare her..."

I couldn’t help but exchange a look with Sebastian Forrest. I’d already guessed the middle-aged woman’s identity—she had to be Mrs. Miller’s younger sister, and also Claire Miller’s biological mother.

"Aunt, you’ve already given that speech several times. There’s no need to repeat it. If you want to take Claire back with you, we’re not stopping you. She’s free to go anytime."

"You... How can you say something like that?" Claire’s mother grew frantic. "Claire grew up in the Miller household. She’s the rightful young lady of the Miller family! What’s more, she even took your family name. So what? Now that you have no more use for her, you’re just going to tell her to get lost? Jude Miller, how can you be so cruel as to cast her aside like this!"

Listening to Claire’s mother’s shameless, nonsensical argument, even I was getting furious just listening from the sidelines, to say nothing of Jude Miller.

Meanwhile, Jude Miller’s lips were pressed into a thin line, the very picture of suppressed rage.

After all, the woman speaking was Jude Miller’s aunt, an elder. He had to hold his temper, even if he wanted to lash out.

"Tsk. What kind of twisted logic is that?"

Just then, Sebastian Forrest spoke up nonchalantly, his dark eyes sweeping over Claire Miller and her mother. "We’re giving you a chance to reunite as mother and daughter, to enjoy that family bliss, and you’re not happy about it? What? Would you rather have people say you sold your daughter for wealth and fame?"

"You... Who are you? What’s this got to do with you!" Claire’s mother pointed at Sebastian Forrest, flustered and exasperated.

"Auntie, that’s Master Forrest..." Claire Miller quickly tugged on her mother’s arm, shooting her a warning look.

Claire’s mother frowned slightly. She must have quickly figured out Sebastian Forrest’s identity. Her lips moved, but for a long moment, no words came out.

In all of Kington, the surname ’Forrest’ alone was enough to inspire fear and reverence.

I couldn’t help but think of what Sebastian Forrest’s father had said a few days ago, and a mix of emotions welled up inside me.

’To be born into a family with that kind of background, with such a domineering father and an indifferent mother... I couldn’t tell if it was a blessing or a curse for Sebastian Forrest.’

"You two had better pray that Aunt Miller is all right. Otherwise..." Sebastian Forrest’s lips curved into a slight smile as he leaned in closer to them. Though he was smiling, his eyes held no trace of warmth. "Even if you had nine lives, it wouldn’t be enough to pay the price."

Claire Miller shuddered violently, and her knees buckled, nearly sending her to the floor. Luckily, her mother caught her just in time.

Sebastian Forrest didn’t spare the mother and daughter another glance. Instead, he put his arm around me and walked straight toward the entrance to the emergency room.

"Thanks for that..." Jude Miller said in a hushed voice, his expression grim.

Sebastian Forrest gave a dismissive wave of his hand. "How’s your mother?"

Jude Miller frowned. "We don’t know yet. Physically, she should be fine, but I’m worried her mental state has gotten even worse..."

Sebastian Forrest pursed his lips. As if a thought just struck him, he suddenly pointed at me. "Don’t you think your mother and Chelsea look a little alike?"

I froze when he said that and quickly jabbed Sebastian Forrest with my elbow. "Don’t be ridiculous..."

But Sebastian Forrest just took my hand, his lips curving into a smile. "It was just an offhand comment."

Jude Miller let out a bitter laugh. "Man, you can’t joke about something like that."

Sebastian Forrest shot him a look. "What? Weren’t you the one who wanted Chelsea to be your sister? Having second thoughts already?"

"I wish!" Jude Miller shrugged helplessly. "But when is life ever that kind?"

Sebastian Forrest’s lips parted as if to say something, but before he could speak, the red light above the emergency room door suddenly went out. A moment later, the doors slid open, and a doctor walked out, pulling off his mask.

"Dr. Zhang! How’s my mom?" Jude Miller rushed forward and grabbed the doctor’s arm.

"Don’t worry, your mother’s fine. The sudden shock was too much for her system, and she fainted. She’ll be all right after some rest, but you must ensure she doesn’t experience any more stress for a while..."

"That’s a relief." Jude Miller let out a long sigh, patting the doctor’s shoulder. "Thanks."

"Don’t mention it. All right, I need to get back to my office and write up the report."

After watching the doctor leave, my heart, which had been in my throat, finally settled.

In any case, Mrs. Miller was out of danger.

...

"I’m going to the restroom."

Hearing this, Sebastian Forrest, who had been talking with Jude Miller, turned and took my hand. "I’ll go with you."

"It’s okay, I know where it is. I can go by myself."

Sebastian Forrest gave my hand a light squeeze. "All right. Hurry back."

"Okay."

After leaving the restroom, I was bent over the sink, washing my hands.

"Wow, Lena Leighton is so incredible! An Oscar for Best Actress! She’s the first Chinese actress to win one, right?"

I could hear a few girls behind me chattering excitedly, and when I heard the name ’Lena Leighton,’ I turned my head.

"Totally! And she’s not just gorgeous, she’s a phenomenal actress. Plus, she’s the daughter of a shipping magnate. Her background is incredible."

At first, I thought it was just someone with the same name. I never imagined they were talking about Lena Leighton, an upperclassman from my university.

The one and only girl ever rumored to be involved with Sebastian Forrest.

For some reason, a strange pang of jealousy washed over me.

"Oh, right, did you guys see Lena Leighton’s interview from yesterday?"

"Of course! I’ve already rewatched it a bunch of times. My goddess is drop-dead gorgeous. Ahh, I was drooling over my screen so much, I’m surprised my phone didn’t short-circuit."

"I heard Lena’s coming back to the country now that she’s won the Oscar. Her flight should be landing tomorrow. Are you guys going to the airport to see her?"

"Definitely!"

"Then let’s go together..."

As the girls’ voices faded into the distance, I subconsciously lowered my gaze, staring blankly at the rushing water. ’Lena Leighton is coming back to the country?’