Chapter 277
Chapter 277:
Bella sauntered over, still wearing that infuriating smile. “I did try to stand up for you. But since you went and upset Grandma, there’s not much I can do. Guess you’ll just have to take the consequences, right p>
“Oh, how gracious of you! Without your meddling, I probably wouldn’t even be here in the meditation room tonight.” Yelena’s lips curled into a sarcastic smile.
“I’m just looking out for you. I was worried when you didn’t come back late, so I had to tell Grandma about it. Who knew it’d end up like this?” Bella’s tone dripped with insincerity.
Yelena couldn’t care less about Bella’s little game, seeing right through her. Bella clearly enjoyed poking at her, always trying to make a scene.
“If you’re so concerned, why don’t you join me?” Yelena suggested flatly.
“Are you serious? I’m just here to check on you. Next time, try coming back earlier, okay?” Bella added, her smug expression never wavering.
Bella had been waiting for the perfect moment to get under Yelena’s skin, and now it seemed that moment had arrived.
But she had more tricks up her sleeve, and Jacob had also promised to back her up.
Yelena had had enough. “Have you lost it? Maybe you should see a therapist. What do you even get out of this? Annoying me just for fun? Well, congratulations, you’ve succeeded. I feel like I’ve just swallowed something foul, and it’s all thanks to you.” Her words were as sharp as a knife, cutting through Bella’s act.
Bella’s face turned a shade of crimson, both from fury and embarrassment.
“You… you’re the annoying one!” she stammered.
Yelena let out a soft chuckle. “Oh, Bella, what goes around comes around. You should be careful—you can’t keep stirring the pot without eventually being burned. Even the heavens have their limits p>
Bella’s lips twisted into a snarl. “Is that so? Well, let’s see who ends up with the short end of the stick,” she snapped before storming off.
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As Bella finally left, Yelena felt the weight lift from her shoulders, a rare sense of tranquility settling over her. She stayed there, calm and composed, her posture one of quiet devotion.
But peace was fleeting. Soon, she heard footsteps again, lighter this time, careful and almost cautious—whoever it was, they didn’t want to be noticed.
Yelena guessed that Elianna had sent someone to spy on her, probably to see if she was really here in the meditation room, reflecting on her mistakes.
She couldn’t help but smile, finding their paranoia almost amusing.
She remained perfectly still.
The person lingered at the doorway, observing her kneeling figure. After a while, they left, seemingly satisfied that Yelena was where they expected her to be. Through it all, Yelena didn’t flinch. She stayed focused, unwavering.
By the time morning light filtered through the small window, the room was bathed in soft golden hues. Yelena glanced outside—daylight had already arrived.
Still, she didn’t move.
She anticipated someone would show up soon.
And sure enough, the door creaked open after a while.
Elianna entered, supported by a maid, her gaze immediately falling on Yelena still kneeling in the center of the room. Yelena’s stillness seemed to please her. “You’ve done well,” Elianna said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’ve spent the night in reflection. You may rise now p>
Yelena slowly stood, her legs tingling with the numbness that comes from kneeling too long.
“You must take this lesson to heart,” Elianna added, her tone sharp.
“Yes, I understand,” Yelena responded, nodding demurely, playing the part of the dutiful granddaughter for the moment.