The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1261

A calm voice quietly chimed in, the tone soft but the words landing clear and strong on everyone's ears.

Chloe's raised hand froze mid-air. She blinked in surprise, then slowly turned towards the entrance.

At the banquet hall entrance, someone was pushing a wheelchair inside. The lady in the wheelchair wore a hat, her head slightly lowered. From Chloe's position on the stage, she couldn't even see the woman's chin. But her hand shook slightly, her gaze glued to the woman in the wheelchair, as if she were a toddler learning to walk, cautiously turning to face the crowd.

The crowd once again parted, all eyes on the lady in the wheelchair, curiosity piqued.

"Who's she?"

"No idea."

"Where'd she pop up from? Seems like she's here to back up Ms. Summers."

The wheelchair finally came to a halt not far from the stage.

Jonah, who had been standing by, swayed a bit, gazing at the woman in disbelief. How could this be?!

He took a few steps forward, excitement taking a hold of him, but suddenly remembered the current situation.

Ever since she left, Chloe's life had hit rock bottom. He, as her grandfather, had failed to protect her. Even Chloe's engagement party had turned into a farce.

Chloe claimed she was Damon's fiancée, but most people there didn't buy it. The Alonsos were brazen enough to say Chloe was a nobody, treating her like she was beneath them.The Summers family offered her no support, and in the end, her own grandmother intended to sell her off to a Viscount from Y Country.

He was too ashamed to face her.

Grace frowned at the lady in the wheelchair. "Who are you? What do you mean by what you just said!?"

"Seems you're not too bright if you can't even understand plain language."

Grace's face turned sour. "Mind your own business, this is between the Alonsos and the Harpers, and has nothing to do with you."

"Your business?" The lady's voice was light, faintly amused. It was clear that she commanded the room with just a few casual words.

As Mrs. Alonso, Grace was used to being fawned over by high society. Now, being outdone by a woman in a wheelchair, she was none too pleased.

"Excuse me?!" She spat furiously.

Chloe's hands clenched tight, her body shaking slightly, her heart pounding uncontrollably. Her eyes quivered, tears burning at the corners. She bit her lip, her gaze locked on the woman.

The woman took off her hat, slowly lifted her head, her eyes meeting Chloe's without flinching. Chloe's eyes trembled, tears spilling over. Her chest tightened, then abruptly relaxed, her knees buckling, nearly falling over. Her throat let out a whimper, almost a sob. If Damon hadn't been there to catch her, she would've collapsed right there.

Chloe clung to Damon's arm, her eyes fixed on the woman's face. Despite her blurry vision, she refused to blink. She leaned heavily against Damon. This was just like when Damon suddenly appeared. It felt almost the same.

She had always believed that in this crazy world, Damon was her rock, her go-to guy. So, whenever he showed up, all her toughness and stubbornness would just crumble. She didn't have to fake bravery, and she wasn't scared of him seeing her vulnerable side. Because she knew, as long as he was there, she wouldn't get hurt.

Before, she thought she only had Damon. But she never saw this coming. Today, of all days, she...

"Damon..." She couldn't believe it, instinctively gripping Damon's arm tightly. "I think I see my..."

She couldn't finish her sentence, she was scared of getting her hopes up, scared of mistaking someone else for the person she longed for. The letdown after that would take a long time to recover from.

She locked away all memories of her mother in the deepest corner of her heart.

"It's your mom."