The Abandoned Heiress Reborn to Be Cherished (Seraphina) novel Chapter 247

Chapter 247 Oberon Loses His Cool

“Wow, this is just too much to handle.”

“Unbelievable! Absolutely shameless!”

Finished

Old Mr. Whitewood’s face turned a deep red at the head table as fury overtook him. His hand shook as he hurled his wine glass to the floor, the crash echoing through the silent room.

Aidan stood there frozen, completely blindsided by Linara’s unexpected display of affection. Her closeness, her soft lips–it was too much. His thoughts ceased, the weight of the situation overwhelming him just in time.

“Get them apart, now!” someone shouted.

Rowan sat in shocked silence. He found it hard to believe what he was seeing. The Linara he had admired from afar–the perfect, untouchable princess–had just thrown herself at her own brother. Sure, they weren’t biologically related, but they seemed like family to everyone else.

“You idiot!” Oberon bellowed as he stormed over, his rage boiling over. He yanked Linara away from Aidan and, without hesitation, delivered a harsh slap across her face. The sharp crack of his hand meeting her cheek rang out across the room, and her head snapped to the side.

Aidan snapped out of his daze as Linara collapsed onto the table. His anger flared. “Dad, what are you doing?!” he yelled, hurrying to support Linara.

Oberon jabbed a finger at Aidan, his voice shaking with rage.

Meanwhile, Linara was barely staying upright, blinking through a haze of dizziness. Her vision swam, but she managed to focus on Aidan. Tears welled up in her eyes as she murmured softly, “Aidan… it hurts…”

Her broken voice hit Aidan like a punch to the gut. He crouched beside her, his chest tightening as he saw the red mark blooming across her cheek.

“Don’t worry, Linara. I’ve got you,” he whispered, his voice full of quiet resolve.

The rest of the table stared in shock, unable to look away as they clung to each other like no one else was in the room. The tension was suffocating, and whispers began to ripple through

the crowd.

“This is outrageous!” Oberon spat, pointing furiously at Linara. To him, she’d completely lost all sense of decency. Making a scene like this with my son–what’s she thinking?

Aidan stood up, shielding Linara from Oberon’s wrath. His expression was firm. “Dad, enough. She’s drunk–how can you hold this against her?”

Chloe quickly stepped in, pulling Oberon back. “Honey, calm down. She’s just had too much to drink—it’s not what it looks like. You know how Linara gets when she’s had too much wine. She’s just… overly affectionate. It doesn’t mean anything.”

The excuse hung in the air, unconvincing to everyone in the room.

The guests shifted uncomfortably, their polite smiles masking their uncase. No one dared say what they were all thinking–after all, they couldn’t risk offending the powerful Whitewood Family, whose support they relied on.

Pamela, eager to defuse the situation, forced a laugh. “Oh, it’s nothing! My husband’s just as bad when he’s tipsy. Always hugging and kissing anyone within reach.”

Others chimed in with awkward agreements, trying to smooth things over.

Oberon gritted his teeth, his fury barely contained. He let the situation slide for now, but the rage still burned in his eyes as a maid escorted out Linara. Aidan stayed rooted in place, torn between following her and staying to face the consequences.

Sitting quietly at the corner of the table, Seraphina watched the chaos unfold. She noticed every fake smile, every forced word of understanding, and every side–eye glance. The hypocrisy was almost too much to stomach.

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