How to Destroy a Cheater Without Saying Goodbye novel Chapter 196

The car rolled to a gentle stop at the entrance of McCarthy Mansion, and the driver stepped out to open the door.

Blanche climbed out, immediately spotting Wilhelmina waiting outside, along with a charming young woman she didn't recognize.

"Wow! So you're my sister-in-law!" Rebekah exclaimed, as if the world had suddenly shrunk. "I saw you at the vintage store this afternoon—you came out of the fitting room in that very dress!"

"You look gorgeous in it, by the way," Rebekah added sweetly, her warmth unmistakable.

Blanche felt an unexpected sense of comfort and returned a soft "Thank you," her gaze drifting to Wilhelmina, who was already sizing her up with a keen, approving look.

"Your brother, honestly…" Wilhelmina laughed, stepping forward to take Blanche's hand, clearly delighted. "Quiet on the outside, but always gets things done."

"Mom, everyone's waiting inside to meet her!" Rebekah interrupted, rolling her eyes as her mother's enthusiasm threatened to spill over.

"There are a lot of people?" Blanche hesitated, thinking she'd been invited to an intimate family dinner—just Wilhelmina, Mr. McCarthy, and Rebekah.

She glanced down at the three carefully prepared gifts she'd brought.

Wilhelmina noticed her uncertainty and smiled reassuringly. "Oh, it's just neighbors and some of my husband's old colleagues. They drop by all the time, nothing out of the ordinary."

"No need to worry about gifts," she continued, her voice gentle. "Tonight's just a regular family dinner."

Rebekah grinned. "You have no idea, all the neighbors' sons are still single. My brother's the only one who's managed to bring home a wife. Of course Mom's going to show off a little."

She barely finished before Wilhelmina flicked her on the forehead. "Stop talking nonsense!"

"As if I'd show off! They just heard my son's fiancée was coming, so they wanted an excuse to swing by and raid our wine cellar."

Listening to their playful banter, Blanche couldn't help but think of her own mother, Sheila. Her eyes grew misty, but she quickly blinked back the tears and followed the McCarthy women inside.

The moment Blanche stepped into the house, the crowd fell briefly silent—then admiration rippled through the room.

"What a beauty," someone whispered.

"Mr. McCarthy, you're a lucky man!"

"My own son? I might as well give up hope!"

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