Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 350

Father Benedict snatched her phone from her hand and hurled it to the floor, glaring at Giselle with a look of cold fury.

“You’ve completely lost it! Get out of here, or I’ll have your parents send you off to a psych ward.”

Giselle’s parents were obsessed with money, and her mother’s health was fragile. If Father Benedict offered them enough cash to commit Giselle to an institution, there was no doubt they’d agree.

For a moment, the air fell silent. The whispers in the room died down to a hush.

That’s when Cynthia broke the tension with a sharp, pointed “Tsk.”

“What’s the point of smashing her phone, Benedict? Scared she’s got proof of something you don’t want me to see?”

Benedict froze, his expression stiffening.

“Cynthia, are you really going to take her side? Have you forgotten she’s the one who tried to ruin us? How could you ever believe a word she says?”

Cynthia let out a cold, dismissive laugh. “So if I can’t believe her, am I supposed to trust you—the one who betrayed me?”

Benedict’s face twisted, caught off guard and at a loss for words.

Janice jumped in, desperate to smooth things over. “Cynthia, we’ve been friends for years. Don’t you trust me? If I wanted to be with Benedict, we’d have been together long ago. Why would I wait until now?”

Cynthia arched an eyebrow, her smile tinged with irony. “Oh? So when Miss Channing said you two had been together all along, she was telling the truth?”

Janice’s face paled. She’d meant those words to sway Cynthia, never expecting Cynthia to latch onto their real meaning.

“Cynthia, you don’t believe me? I’ve always hoped you and Benedict would patch things up. If there was even the slightest thing between us, why would I try to bring you two back together?”

Cynthia nodded slightly, as if considering her words.

Janice let out a quiet sigh of relief and was about to keep pressing her case, but Cynthia cut her off with a slow, almost lazy remark.

Seeing Giselle’s face drain of color, Cynthia spoke gently, almost detached, “Would you like me to call an ambulance and the police for you?”

Giselle, clutching her abdomen in agony, managed a weak nod.

With Giselle’s consent, Cynthia calmly picked up her phone and dialed for help.

Someone tried to stop her. “Cynthia, how can you help her? She’s the one who broke you two up—she brought this on herself.”

Cynthia’s gaze was icy as she looked over. “I’m not helping her. I’m protecting myself. If she dies here, every single one of us is an accomplice. And I have no intention of catching a murder charge because of someone like him.”

As she said “someone like him,” her eyes landed on Benedict.

He froze. It had never occurred to him that Cynthia would use words like that to describe him.