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The Surrogate He Discarded

Chapter 236: The Reason She Came · Oct 11, 2026

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201 Chapter 201: The Showdown 2026-10-11
202 Chapter 202: A Sister, By Blood 2026-10-11
203 Chapter 203: The Confrontation 2026-10-11
204 Chapter 204: Forgiven! 2026-10-11
205 Chapter 205: The Burden He Carried 2026-10-11
206 Chapter 206: The Ghost of Leon’s Past 2026-10-11
207 Chapter 207: Unexpected Visitor 2026-10-11
208 Chapter 208: Unexpected Visitor 2 2026-10-11
209 Chapter 209: His Trump Card 2026-10-11
210 Chapter 210: Meeting an Old Friend 2026-10-11
211 Chapter 211: The Beginning of Richard’s Troubles 2026-10-11
212 Chapter 212: The Story of Sharon 2026-10-11
213 Chapter 213: The Green-Eyed Monster 2026-10-11
214 Chapter 214: Delusional 2026-10-11
215 Chapter 215: Her Calculations 2026-10-11
216 Chapter 216: Happy Daddy 2026-10-11
217 Chapter 217: The Mother and Son Confrontation 2026-10-11
218 Chapter 218: Plotting Against Isobel 2026-10-11
219 Chapter 219: Plotting Against Isobel 2 2026-10-11
220 Chapter 220: Richard’s Dark Secret 2026-10-11
221 Chapter 221: Richard’s Dark Secrets 2 2026-10-11
222 Chapter 222: Isobel’s Confession 2026-10-11
223 Chapter 223: The Storm Raging In Him 2026-10-11
224 Chapter 224: His Pain 2026-10-11
225 Chapter 225: The Homecoming 2026-10-11
226 Chapter 226: The Warmth Of Family 2026-10-11
227 Chapter 227: The Sisters 2026-10-11
228 Chapter 228: The Invitation 2026-10-11
229 Chapter 229: Something Isn’t Right 2026-10-11
230 Chapter 230: Isobel’s Suspicion 2026-10-11
231 Chapter 231: Her Burden 2026-10-11
232 Chapter 232: The Voice She Borrowed 2026-10-11
233 Chapter 233: The Price of A Secret 2026-10-11
234 Chapter 234: Preparing For The Gala 2026-10-11
235 Chapter 235: A Rival From The Past 2026-10-11
236 Chapter 236: The Reason She Came 2026-10-11
237 Chapter 237: Women of Courage 2026-10-11
238 Chapter 238: The Auction 2026-10-11
239 Chapter 239: Stealing The Spotlight 2026-10-11
240 Chapter 240: Shaming Her 2026-10-11
241 Chapter 241: Standing Up For Her 2026-10-11
242 Chapter 242: The Dance 2026-10-11
243 Chapter 243: The Dance 2 2026-10-11
244 Chapter 244: The Masked Man 2026-10-11
245 Chapter 245: The Man Behind The Mask 2026-10-11
246 Chapter 246: The Jealous Man 2026-10-11
247 Chapter 247: The Scheme Failed 2026-10-11
248 Chapter 248: The Rivals 2026-10-11
249 Chapter 249: They Came For Her 2026-10-11
250 Chapter 250: Between the Father and the Grandpa 2026-10-11

The effect was immediate.

Selene had not directly called Isobel a social climber.

She didn’t need to.

With a few carefully chosen words, she reminded everyone in the room that the woman standing beside Kristoff was once an orphan.

An orphan who had somehow climbed her way into the highest circles of society.

And she made sure to say it loudly enough for everyone within earshot to hear.

The murmurs began almost instantly.

”An orphanage?”

”I didn’t know she grew up in one.”

”Really?”

Several heads turned.

Some guests looked at Isobel with curiosity, others with surprise.

And a few looked at her with the kind of quiet judgment that could cut deeper than an outright insult.

Isobel felt the weight of their gazes settle over her. But her smile remained perfectly composed.

She had nothing to hide. Nothing to be ashamed of.

If anything, she was proud of how far she had come.

Beside her, Selene appeared completely oblivious to the sudden attention.

She reached for Isobel’s hand and clasped it affectionately, as though they were truly the closest of friends.

”Do you remember those days?” Selene asked with a nostalgic laugh. ”We used to share everything.”

Her fingers tightened slightly around Isobel’s hand.

”Sometimes, we even fought over the smallest things.”

She laughed again.

”We were so poor back then. Remember how excited we would get whenever someone donated clothes? Getting a new dress was practically a dream.”

Her tone was warm. Her smile was sweet. But every word landed like a needle.

Selene wasn’t reminiscing.

She was putting Isobel’s past on display.

She wanted everyone to picture the shabby orphanage, the donated clothes, the girl who had once owned nothing—and then compare her to the elegantly dressed woman standing beside Kristoff tonight.

Isobel quietly withdrew her hand.

Her smile never disappeared.

”I don’t remember fighting with you.”

Selene blinked.

Isobel tilted her head.

”You were always the one taking what belonged to me.”

For a fraction of a second, Selene’s smile froze.

Then she let out a light laugh.

”Ah, that was so long ago. You might remember it differently.”

She waved the matter away.

”Besides, we were only children.”

Then she looked at Isobel with an expression of exaggerated innocence.

”But I’m genuinely happy for you, Isobel. You’ve come so far.”

Her gaze drifted deliberately over Isobel’s gown.

The elegant fabric.

The sapphire at her ears.

The expensive details that announced her place in the room without requiring a single word.

”From the orphanage to a dress like this...”

She paused.

Her eyes shifted toward Kristoff.

”...and now standing beside Kristoff.”

The murmurs grew quieter. But somehow, the silence that followed was even worse.

Several guests exchanged knowing looks.

Isobel could feel the atmosphere changing around her.

Selene hadn’t insulted her. Not technically. She had simply stated facts.

That was what made the attack so vicious.

She had dragged Isobel’s past into the middle of a ballroom filled with people who measured worth by family names, wealth, and influence.

And she left everyone else to draw their own conclusions.

Kristoff’s expression darkened.

He stepped closer.

His arm slipped around Isobel’s waist, drawing her subtly against his side.

The gesture was protective without being possessive.

”Isobel doesn’t need to explain her past to anyone.”

His voice remained calm but the warning beneath it was unmistakable.

Selene’s eyes widened.

”Oh, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

She immediately gave a small, apologetic laugh.

”Isobel is an old friend. I was only reminiscing.”

She turned toward Isobel again, her expression almost painfully sincere.

”Besides, you should be proud of yourself.”

Her lips curved.

”Not everyone gets the chance to escape their circumstances.”

Escape. The word lingered.

Isobel’s eyes cooled. There it was. The real insult.

Selene wasn’t congratulating her.

She was reminding everyone that Isobel had once been an orphan—and implying that everything she had now was something she had clawed her way toward.

Something she didn’t truly belong to.

Across the ballroom, Mary watched the exchange over the rim of her wineglass.

A faint smile touched her lips.

Perfect.

This was exactly what she had wanted.

She had chosen Selene for a reason. Selene knew Isobel’s history.

She knew exactly which memories to bring up and which wounds to press.

More importantly, Selene knew how to do it without appearing cruel.

An obvious enemy could be dismissed.

A jealous rival could be condemned.

But a smiling ”old friend” reminiscing about the past? That was far more difficult to fight.

If Isobel became angry, she would look defensive and petty.

If she denied it, she would appear ashamed.

And if she remained silent, the whispers would do the damage, and she would fall into Selene’s trap.

Mary took another sip of wine.

Tonight was only beginning.

...

Isobel reached for a wineglass from a passing waiter.

The delicate crystal caught the chandelier light as she slowly swirled the wine inside.

She took a measured sip, then she looked directly at Selene.

”I am not ashamed that I came from an orphanage.”

Her voice was clear, and it carried across the hall.

The nearby conversations gradually faded.

One by one, people turned toward her.

Isobel lowered her glass.

”I don’t deny it.”

There was no embarrassment in her expression. No defensiveness. Only calm certainty.

”My origin is part of who I am. It reminds me of where I came from, what I endured, and the person I chose to become.”

Her gaze swept across the surrounding guests.

”So no, I don’t consider my past something I need to hide.”

She paused.

”And I certainly don’t consider it something that makes me less worthy than anyone in this room.”

Silence.

A few guests lowered their eyes.

Isobel smiled faintly.

”Besides, there’s a very simple reason I attended tonight...”

She lifted her glass slightly.

”St. Marianne’s Orphanage was chosen as one of the beneficiaries of this gala.”

Her voice carried clearly through the room.

”I came because I wanted to support the place that gave me a home when I had nowhere else to go.”

The words struck the room differently.

The awkwardness that had surrounded her moments earlier shifted.

Several guests exchanged glances. The judgment in their eyes began to disappear. Some even looked embarrassed.

They had been so quick to believe the implication Selene had planted.

And now Isobel had exposed it without ever raising her voice.

Near the edge of the gathering, a man in golden-rimmed glasses slowly began to clap, each measured clap drawing attention to him.

”Well said.”

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