Unexpected Marriage With Mr. Leighton: Rebirth of the Villain-Chapter 140: GOOD! THAT’S A SPIRIT!

"I am planning to," Laurel replied sharply, lifting her chin in defiance. Her gaze shifted to Ema, and she smirked. "You know what? You look so pathetic. On the wedding day, I could see you wished you were the bride. I could smell your jealousy."

"Nonsense!" Ema denied it too fast; it was less convincing when all the people in this room knew the truth.

"Your jealousy towards Hazel is so obvious. You envy her for finally being with Ranon, and you wish you were in her place, don’t you?"

"What are you talking about?" Ema was shaking her head, tears pooling in her eyes. "I didn’t... I didn’t think that way."

Laurel disregarded her denial, turning her attention back to her father.

"Do you know what, Father? In the end, you will have nothing but your young and pathetic wife while all your children despise you," she stated; her voice was sharp, holding so much anger in every word she said.

Then, pointing her manicured finger at Ema, she continued.

"And this person? Do you really think she loves you? She loves what you can provide her. She is just longing to be with another man, and you know who that man is."

Probably because of this reason also, why Denzel couldn’t really connect with Ranon.

Denzel had to admit what he had done was wrong and immoral to say the least, but in the end, it was Ema’s decision, and she decided to choose him over his son.

"You are also pathetic, Father," Laurel added sharply, the words hanging heavily in the air. The tension in the room became almost suffocating.

Denzel’s face flushed with rage, and each word was like gasoline that fueled fire for resentment and repulsion.

Laurel couldn’t contain her anger, and she was done talking to these people; thus, she left the family house with Denzel’s curses echoing behind her.

She had enough on her plate and didn’t need his toxic words weighing her down.

After being kicked out, Laurel decided to head to a bar; she craved something to numb her feelings, believing that alcohol might help her navigate the chaos of her life.

Meanwhile, James still bombarded her with messages that swung from anger to pleading and back again, urging her to return.

He often mentioned Carl, but the mere thought of him was a sore spot for Laurel. She understood infidelity on some level, having witnessed her own father’s betrayal towards her mother from a young age; it was sadly a common theme in her life.

But Carl? For him to betray her like this was unacceptable. At the very least, he could have warned her about James’s actions if she really held any importance in his life. Sadly, she was not that important...

And four hours later, Laurel couldn’t care less about her surroundings.

"I have never mistreated you, so why is he like this?" Laurel slurred, she ordered another drink, her frustration spilling over.

As the alcohol clouded her senses and she felt almost blackout drunk, she impulsively grabbed her phone and dialed a number. It was a call to someone she least wanted to speak to.

Meanwhile, Hazel was sleeping soundly in her room, which felt too cold and spacious without Ranon’s presence.

As much as she disliked it, there was a nagging attachment to him; she missed him, even if the feeling was very subtle.

But Hazel brushed it off, blaming it on her hormones.

She was used to having him around, since they had mostly been together ever since their wedding, and this was the first time they had been separated for days.

Ranon had sent her a few messages throughout the day about trivial things, to which she responded with the most mundane replies. She wanted to call him but hesitated, not wanting to disturb him this late at night, assuming he had already fallen asleep.

"Since when do I care so much?" Hazel thought to herself, usually, she would just call him whenever she liked.

Just then, her phone rang. Hazel immediately reached for it, hoping it was Ranon calling.

However, when she saw the unknown number, her brow furrowed. It wasn’t saved in her contacts, which meant the caller was not significant enough to warrant her attention. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

She ignored it, but when the relentless ringing persisted and it irritated her, she answered the call.

"Hello?" She said curtly, ready for anything.

But instead of clarity, a slurred voice broke through, "Do you know why he came back to his ex-wife? Why did he treat me like this? What did I do? It’s not fair..."

"Hello, who is this?" Hazel asked, frowning as she pushed herself up from the bed and listened carefully.

The voice continued, her tone rising with indignation, "You said I threw away ten years; but it’s you! You are the one who threw everything away! Why don’t you take responsibility for that?"

Hazel struggled to make sense of the jumbled noise in the background and the slurred words.

It took a moment for Hazel to piece together who was on the other end of the line. "Laurel, is that you? Laurel?" she asked. "What is going on? Are you drunk?"

"Hazel?" Laurel’s voice slurred through the phone, frustration leaking into her words. "Go call someone else. Don’t bother me. You are a jerk! Fuck you! Fuck you, Amelia!"

"Hey, who are you with? Where are you?"

It would be one thing if Laurel were with someone, but it would be a disaster if she were alone and a reporter caught wind of her state, especially with the Leighton family still under the highlight. They needed to avoid unnecessary drama for the time being.

"Where are you, Laurel?" Hazel pressed.

But Laurel only cried harder; her words became more incoherent, mixed together with the chaotic music in the background.

Finally, realizing that Laurel couldn’t provide the answers she needed, Hazel decided to track her down instead. Thankfully, Laurel kept rambling on the phone, not hanging up, which allowed Hazel to gather clues about her whereabouts.

"Stay on the line," Hazel instructed, focusing intently. "Keep talking. I need to know where you are."

As Laurel continued to cry and mumble, Hazel listened closely, piecing together details of her answer when she described the bar.

Hazel had no other option but to get to her sister-in-law before things spiraled further out of control.

Navigating through Laurel’s chaotic words, Hazel called for Yara and Nolu to prepare the car and explain to them briefly what happened.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t leave Laurel alone like this, not when the media was watching closely.

"I think you shouldn’t go, Mrs. Leighton," Nolu stated firmly. "Mr. Leighton will not like it. You are going out in the middle of the night, and that’s not something he will be happy about."

"I know, I know. At least I am not going alone, right?" she insisted.

"We can pick her up, and you can stay at home," Yara suggested.

Hazel’s tone left no room for argument. "I will tell Ranon about this."

Despite their concerns, Hazel sympathized with Laurel’s current situation.

She was being cheated on by James with his ex-wife, and perhaps Hazel empathized with her a bit too much because she herself had faced infidelity. The emotional gravity of the situation weighed heavily on her.

She was being personal here.

It didn’t take long for them to reach the bar, where they found Laurel on the verge of blacking out. The phone was still connected, but she was no longer speaking. She had slumped on the sofa, lost in her distress.

Nolu wasted no time and stepped in to handle the situation. "I will help get her back," he said, carefully lifting Laurel.

Meanwhile, Yara discreetly gave a sizeable tip to the owner to keep the incident private and also to wipe the record of this incident. They worked effectively and efficiently.

No wonder Ranon chose them to be his wife’s bodyguards.

Hazel took a deep breath as they made their way back. Once they were in the car, she let Laurel lie on her lap as the other woman continued to cry even in her sleep.

"Why? Why did he do that? What did I do to deserve this?" Laurel continued to murmur, tears streaming down her cheeks. It seemed the emotions she had bottled up were finally spilling out, unfiltered.

Seeing how messed up Laurel was filled Hazel with anger. She preferred her sister-in-law to be condescending and difficult because showing such vulnerability made her uncomfortable.

"Nolu will need to carry her to the guest bedroom," Yara said when they arrived, and they put Laurel into one of the guest rooms. Hazel came with them too.

"Thank you; you can leave." Hazel sat at the edge of the bed.

"Should I ask Renna to come here?" Nolu inquired.

"No, there’s no need. Let her sleep," Hazel replied. She volunteered to look after Laurel.

Plus, she couldn’t find rest either; her own bedroom felt empty without Ranon. Having Laurel around would serve as a distraction.

After confirming that Hazel didn’t need anything else, Nolu and Yara left the bedroom.

"Laurel..."

Suddenly, Laurel’s eyes fluttered open, causing Hazel to jump to her feet.

"Damn! What? Why are you like that? I thought you turned into a ghost!" Hazel gasped, clutching her chest.

She was startled by how abruptly Laurel opened her eyes. It felt like something out of a horror movie, to say the least.

But then, Laurel sobbed; she curled herself into a ball. "I want to kill him!"

"Good! That’s a spirit!"

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