Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 241

Grace was the first to shout, and soon, more and more voices joined hers, swelling into a furious chorus:

“Anastasia, homewrecker! Shameless!”

“She totally faked that fall! What a liar!”

As the tide of condemnation rolled over the room, Alice, standing on stage, let out a silent sigh of relief, the corners of her lips curling upwards ever so slightly.

So what if Anastasia had managed to win over Mr. Harrison Lancaster? To everyone here, she’d always be the other woman.

Unless Mr. Harrison Lancaster himself stepped up to defend her.

But that would never happen. Hadn’t Anastasia been enrolled for months now, and Harrison had never once acknowledged their relationship publicly? No matter how much he spoiled her in private, clearly, she meant nothing to him when it counted.

Alice shot a look of approval to Grace in the stands.

Grace’s heart fluttered with excitement. With Alice’s influential family backing her, today’s support would surely pay off handsomely in the future.

The jeers from the stands only grew louder, and Harrison’s face darkened with every step. He stopped in his tracks.

Meanwhile, tucked safely in his arms, Anastasia seemed completely unfazed. It was as if she had anticipated this scene, utterly calm and unbothered.

Sensing Harrison was about to act, she leaned in and whispered in his ear, her lips curving in a subtle smile. “Just wait a moment, darling.”

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, a voice suddenly boomed through the entire hall, cutting through the uproar like a knife:

“Alice, your mother’s here to see you!”

Harrison’s eyes narrowed as he turned toward the other entrance. There, standing beneath the harsh lights, were Logan and Mary.

Logan held a microphone, and it was unmistakably his voice ringing through the auditorium.

“What’s going on? Who’s that?”

“Alice’s mother? You mean that frumpy-looking woman over there?”

She turned to leave, but Logan blocked her path.

Ignoring Mary’s sudden look of distress, Logan raised the microphone again, his voice casual yet clear:

“Alice, your mother spent her life working as a housekeeper to raise you. That couldn’t have been easy. Just because she’s a housekeeper, you can’t pretend she’s not your mother, can you?”

The crowd erupted.

“What did he say? A housekeeper?”

“I thought Alice was some wealthy heiress—how could her mother be a housekeeper?”

A wave of whispers and suspicious glances crashed down on Alice. She staggered back, nearly tripping on her too-long gown.

“You’re lying!” she shrieked, her mind buzzing. “She’s not my mother! Don’t slander me!”

Fiona had arrived, too. She and Logan had both overheard the students’ wild rumors—some even calling Alice a rich heiress and spreading ugly lies about their own mistress being a homewrecker. It was infuriating.