The Wrong Woman



"No,' Elio stated.

*I'll go along with your plan," Candice replied. She rested her cheek against his sturdy shoulder and closed his eyes, cherishing the warmth of his embrace.

By 4:00 pm, a crowd had assembled at city hall. Among them were Candice's extended family, including Mila and Jasper. Everyone was eager to witness the couple's mamage registration.

Reporters immediately engulfed Elio and Candice as they emerged from city hall. Flashbulbs popped and microphones were thrust toward Elio. The reporters bombarded him with questions about whether he was married, details about his bride, and his thoughts on marriage.

Usually reluctant with reporters, Elio found himself willingly engaged this time. Holding Candice's hand, he introduced her with pride and joy as his wife.

"How did you two meet? Who pursued whom?" asked a reporter.

"We've known each other since childhood. I've had a crush on her since we were young, and I was the one who pursued her,* Elio answered.

The reporters erupted in a chorus of excited admiration. Smiles of warmth spread among the Morrisons, except for Florence, who quietly wiped away tears, deeply moved by Candice's marriage at such a young age.

After leaving city hall, everyone returned to Morrison Residence. They indulged in a lavish feast featuring fine wines and delectable dishes, with Tristan in tow. Laughter and congratulations filled the air for the newly married couple.

Michaela's absence was noticeable amid the festive atmosphere. No one had told her about

it.

The next moming, Josie stormed into the hospital in a fury. She pushed open the door to Michaela's ward without consideration for her rest and blurted out, "Mrs. Hoffis, Leo and Candice got married yesterday!"

Michaela was shocked. Then, scoffing, she said, "Impossible. I didn't approve of their marriage. They wouldn't dare proceed without my consent. Also, how could they get married without even informing me?"

Josie opened her phone and showed Michaela the trending news. "Look, Leo even gave an interview. Their marriage is making headlines everywhere."

Michaela took the phone and read the headline. Her face first paled, then darkened with rage. Her hands trembled and her neck reddened as anger surged through her.

Overcome with fury, she clenched her teeth and hurled the phone across the ward. It smashed against the floor and shattered on impact.

Josie was startled at the sudden outburst but quickly regained her composure. Anxiously, she asked, "Mrs. Hoffis, what should we do now? Everyone knows he's married."

Michaela clenched her fists so hard they shook, her voice filled with indignation. "Do they see me as an outsider? They registered their marriage yesterday afternoon, and I'm just finding out now?"

In a low, distressed tone, Josie asked, "Mrs. Hoffis, do you approve of their marriage?"

"No, I don't!" Michaela declared. She longed to retum home, but her severe spinal injury limited her mobility.

Josie's heart sank. She felt overwhelmed by despair, seeing almost no way to reverse the situation. "What should we do next?" she asked.

Frustrated, Michaela pounded her leg and growled, "It's all because of these useless legs of mine!" Then, she pointed to a drawer and said, "Bring me my phone."

Josie retrieved the phone and handed it to her. Michaela wasted no time calling Tristan's number.

As soon as Tristan answered the call, Michaela's voice, brimming with fury, pierced through before he could speak. "Why did Leo and Candice get married without consulting me? They got married yesterday! Why didn't anyone inform me until now?

Visibly flustered, Tristan attempted to soothe her. Take it easy. Leo and Candice were already engaged. Their marriage was inevitable.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

"You're still recovering in the hospital, and stressing out won't help your health. I didn't inform you because I wanted to wait until you were getting better-"

"Excuses, all of it!" Michaela interjected, her tone laced with anger.

Recognizing that reasoning with her in such a state was futile, Tristan replied impatiently, Enough. Now that you know, accept it. There's no use in causing a scene."