Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 1198

A murmur of disapproval rippled through the crowd. It was no surprise that Ms. Pritchard was acquainted with Mrs. Wilson. In fact, Mrs. Wilson affectionately called her Agnes, as if they were old friends. Everyone's gaze at Agnes was filled with envy, but it wasn’t all that surprising. After all, Ms. Pritchard's husband was the president of The Tim Group, making it unsurprising for her to mingle with the crème de la crème of the global elite.

Yet, as Agnes faced the crowd, her emotions were a tangled mess. Seeing Jenny again after six years, hearing her voice, stirred something indescribable within Agnes. But all she did was offer a shallow smile, “Sure.” Agnes knew Jenny had sought her out for a reason. Avoidance was futile. It was better to face whatever was coming head-on. Besides, six years had passed; not everything had to be viewed through a pessimistic lens.

Agnes climbed into Jenny’s luxury car. In just a few minutes, they pulled up in front of a restaurant: Cloud View. Mentioning Cloud View brought back a flood of memories; they had shared quite a few moments here. The waiter, already waiting by the door, greeted them. Inside, Cloud View was unusually quiet. Though the restaurant often limited its patrons to maintain a certain ambiance, it was never this deserted.

Jenny seemed to catch Agnes’s puzzled look. With a slight smirk, she said, “I booked the entire place for you. I remember you liked sitting by the window. Let’s sit there.” Jenny chose a spot by the window and took a seat, with Agnes sitting across from her. The waiter respectfully poured them tea and handed over the menus, directing it to Jenny first. But Jenny gestured for Agnes to take it. The gold-embossed menu felt as exquisite as an invitation to a gala. Without hesitation, Agnes quickly selected a few of the restaurant’s specialties.

After the menu was taken away, Jenny, sipping her tea gracefully, was the first to speak. Agnes finally broke the silence, “Jenny, how have you been these years?” Jenny put down her tea cup, her expression feigned surprise, “As Mrs. Wilson now, don’t you think it’s evident how I’ve been?” Her smile was tinged with sarcasm, yet it was hard to decipher.

Agnes responded with a light laugh, “Congratulations on living the life you’ve always wanted.” Jenny’s expression revealed a hint of satisfaction, but her smirk carried a trace of mockery. It was a complex expression, difficult to describe. Jenny continued, “Honestly, I should either be grateful to you or despise you for where I am today.”

Agnes sighed, “Are you still hung up on the past? Jenny, I don’t see my actions back then as wrong. You betrayed me first, and then you framed me. Don’t play the victim. You should be thanking me, for I have let bygones be bygones.” Agnes decided to be straightforward. Jenny had mentioned catching up, so Agnes took the initiative.

Indeed, Jenny was taken aback by Agnes’s directness. In her memory, Agnes was always the sheltered little princess, untouched by hardship. Though she dealt with a stern stepmother and a troublesome sister, Elton had always showered her with love.