<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 1082 Your Nichs Will Not Allow</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jessica nodded. “Yes. He’s not acting like a normal person at all right now.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The joy in Miranda’s eyes was impossible to hide, yet she feigned regret. “How did this happen?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I heard he underwent a surgery, but it didn’t go well and it messed up his brain,” said Jessica.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She had once dreamed of marrying into the Rainsworth family, but that desire was shattered when Nathaniel attempted to strangle herst night. The charming image she had of him fadedpletely; she could no longer harbor any feelings for him. Nathaniel was now a chaotic, repulsive lunatic. The proud and distinguished man she had once admired had vanished entirely.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Fate certainly has a way of toying with us,” Miranda sighed, her words dripping with feigned sympathy as she plotted to have Niel transfer Adrian back from the branchpany where he had been assigned to do menial tasks.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jessica, oblivious to Miranda’s true intentions, anxiously pressed, “Miranda, what do you think I should do now? I really don’t want to marry a lunatic.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Miranda couldn’t care less about who she married.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“You promised Grandpa. Don’t you think it’s inappropriate for you to back out now?” she said.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Could you possibly put in a good word for me with Grandpa Niel? I’m still young. I don’t want my life to be ruined like this.” Jessica was on the verge of tears.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Had she known the situation would turn out like this, she definitely wouldn’t have agreed to Niel’s proposal.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Sorry. I can’t get involved in this. You should talk to him yourself. I’m hanging up now.” After Miranda finished speaking, she instantly hung up the phone.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">In that moment, Jessica realized that Miranda had no intention of helping her at all. She dared not voice her regrets to Elena and Niel, leaving her with no choice but to put up with Nathaniel.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">However, whenever Nathaniel woke up, she found herself as the primary target for his outbursts. The housekeepers couldn’t help but notice the oddity of it all: Nathaniel was blind, yet somehow, every object he hurled or shattered seemed to find its way to Jessica. They wondered why.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Perhaps she’s just super unlucky,” one of them said.</font></font>N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Let’s keep our distance from her, or else we might get caught up in the crossfire.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">At Orion Corporation, Miranda called Adrian, asking him toe back.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After that, she went to find Cecilia, who was still working.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Miranda barged in without even knocking. “Your husband–no, your ex–husband–is now a fool, and you’re still in the mood to work?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia was taken aback that Miranda was aware of the situation, but she didn’t bother to look up. “You said it yourself–he’s my ex–husband. Whatever he’s be is no longer my concern. I need to earn a living to support my child. Even if I’m not in the best mood, I still have to focus on my work, right?”</font></font>
Upon seeing how indifferent Cecilia was, Miranda thought she was heartless.
“Cecilia, did you hook up with another man? How could you be so cold now? Weren’t you always fond of Nathaniel?” she asked.
Cecilia looked up at her and said, “Ms. Miranda, if you don’t have any other business, please leave.”
Miranda had originallye with the intention of insulting and humiliating Cecilia. However, she was the one left feeling awkward.
She frowned. “Keep pretending then.”
Cecilia continued with her work, paying her no further attention.
Frustrated, Miranda stormed out of her office, only to bump into Cassandra who had just arrived.
“What’s wrong?” Cassandra couldn’t help but ask, seeing the fury written all over her face.
Miranda nced back in Cecilia’s direction, her voice tinged with annoyance. “What else? As long as she’s around, I can’t find a moment’s peace.”
Cassandra couldn’t help chuckling. “Then you should find a way to get rid of her. You can’t force yourself to put up with her every day.”
She made it sound so easy, and Miranda, frustrated, jabbed at her. “I want to, but your Nichs won’t allow it. What can I do?”