Chapter 4
When I heard what she said, I felt afraid for some reason.
In the previous timeline, after I ran away from home, the unnatural aging had accelerated, and I had died out there.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I could not make sense of what was going on.
If it were a trade or an exchange, it did not add up. Harriet was in her forties, so why did I look more than fifty years old?
I hurried back to my room and locked the door. It was not the time to run away from home yet.
But what shocked me even more was seeing Gordon post online that he had found the one meant for him and would soon host the wedding of the century.
Netizens were all buzzing in excitement as they marveled at how quickly he had secured his love.
But I had never even seen Gordon after that one night.
Outside, I could hear Harriet talking sweetly with Warren.
“I’m only going out with him for a bit to string him along. Do you really think Emery can hold his attention looking like that now? I’ll keep him in place for a while. Once Emery’s back to normal, we’ll just swap back.”
On the day of the wedding, I saw Harriet get into the stretch Bentley limousine and leave with all the fanfare.
The entire wedding was being livestreamed. Before it even started, hundreds of thousands of viewers were already waiting to watch it online.
When Warren got home, I showed the stream on my phone.
“Dad, Gordon is getting married today, but the bride isn’t me. Who’s he marrying?”
Warren’s expression shifted dramatically. He searched the whole house but could not find Harriet. He tried calling her, but his call did not go through.
He dragged me to the wedding venue.
The place was extravagantly decorated.
By the time we arrived, the couple was exchanging rings.
Seeing the dazzling figure of Harriet on the stage, Warren shouted, “Hold on a moment! You’ve made a mistake!”
Warren shoved me in front of the camera. “Mr. Frost, the person you want to marry is my daughter. She’s right here! The woman on the stage is my wife!”
The camera swept over my face, and the netizens made snide remarks about my looks.
[Who’s this fat and old hag?]
[Goodness, how can someone just drag a random person to impersonate Emery? They must be super desperate to marry into a rich family!]
Seeing how Gorgon was looking at me with disgust on his face, I took out the cufflinks.
“You gave me these that night! You said I could use them when I came to find you.”
When people online saw the cufflinks, comments started flooding in.
[She does kind of look like Emery Chase. She could be her mother.]
[What kind of mother would try to steal her daughter’s limelight? Did she really think she could take Emery’s things and fool Gordon? Maybe she should take a good look at herself first!]
[She’s a fat and ugly hag. She must be Emery’s stepmother! Bugger off! I want to watch the couple of the year get married.]
Harriet hid behind Gordon and looked at me in smug delight.
The guests below the stage all reacted negatively.
“There’s no way Gordon has such strange tastes. The woman on the stage is much better. If his choice is really this old hag, I want a refund.”
Gordon’s face darkened when he heard that. He glared at Warren coldly.
“I’ve verified it repeatedly. This is the person I was looking for all along.”
Warren was enraged. He grabbed a knife from a nearby table and rushed to stab Gordon.
“How dare you sleep with my wife? I’ll kill you!”
The bodyguards quickly rushed to stop Warren, and the scene onstage devolved into chaos.
I had been away from home too long. I felt suffocated. My heart thumped painfully in my chest.
This was an early sign of heart failure.
I did not want to die right in front of Harriet. My gaze slid over the diamond bracelet on her wrist.
Then, it hit me! I instantly understood what was going on.
The comment section in the livestream had changed.
[Wow, look! What happened to Emery’s face?]
When she saw herself on the big screen, Harriet suddenly let out a scream and rushed to shut down the livestream.
I collapsed on the floor and finally let out a relieved breath.
I could see very clearly that Harriet’s face had regained some of its age spots.
At the same time, Warren turned to me in rage.
“You useless wretch, what did you do to your mother?”
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