Chapter 1762 Her Wings Are Cut, And Then She Is Blamed For Not Knowing How To Fly

How could any of them recover from this imbroglio? Was there any way to mend what had been broken? How on earth would she be able to make her parents forget the sheer obloquy that had marred their image today? Her mother, especially—her thin-skinned mother, who cared about her face more than anything, who then suffered scathing humiliation right on her daughter’s wedding day. The light at the end of the tunnel—the light she had yearned for so much—was once again painfully out of her reach for God-knows-how-long. Her parents would force her. They would force her to part with him, to never enter the Trudeau household again. Her head would not stop imagining it—a million ways her parents could coerce and force and demand that she leave Sylvain. Then, on the far side of these agonizing thoughts, was Ursula Siebeech-Jaark, wearing the same twisted grimace she made whenever she saw her, the one that oozed utter contempt. It was an expression that had now extended even to her parents. S