CHAPTER 49: CHAPTER 49: CAN YOU FORGIVE YOUR SISTER?

"Wow, they really must be rich. The bridesmaid dress is a hundred times prettier than a normal bride’s dress."

When Monica Lambert saw the irresistible bridesmaid dress, her eyes were practically glowing green, like a wolf seeing meat.

May Morgan, feeling uncertain about whether to find a hotel to stay in first, pulled Monica aside as soon as she arrived and asked, "Monica, how much do you know about wedding traditions?"

This question stumped Monica Lambert. Normally carefree and tomboyish, she hadn’t even researched wedding customs, let alone had a boyfriend.

"What kind of things? I’m really not very clear about them." Monica scratched her head, noticing May seemed troubled, and couldn’t help but ask, "What’s going on? Did Vincent give you a hard time?"

"No, he didn’t. But this morning, my dad and stepmom came and told me that the bride shouldn’t see the groom before the wedding. Otherwise, it’s bad luck. So they wanted to take me back, but I didn’t want to see their faces and intentionally put it off. Thinking back, I feel it might not be right. Now, I don’t know what to do."

"I see..." Monica scratched her head again, thought for a moment, then suddenly had an idea, brightened up, and slapped her thigh, saying to May, "That’s easy. My parents just came back. Why don’t I call them and ask?"

Putting her plan into action, Monica took out her phone, dialed her mom’s number. Monica’s mom, having been through this, naturally knew a lot more about weddings. After hearing Monica’s explanation, she hesitated and said, "Traditionally, the bride shouldn’t see the groom before the wedding. Even if she doesn’t plan to go back to her parent’s, she can stay in a hotel or at a relative’s house for a night. Then, the groom can pick her up the next day for the wedding, just for the sake of good luck."

Hearing what Monica’s mom said, May’s face showed even more hesitation: "But I don’t want to go back to my dad’s house. I don’t want to see them."

Monica’s parents liked May a lot and quickly offered, "Why don’t you stay at our place for the night? We consider you like a daughter. With your mom gone, our home is your home."

May, feeling a bit embarrassed, quickly declined, "No, no need, Auntie. I can just stay at a hotel."

Monica’s mom smiled warmly, "It’s fine. I’ve been through it. I know more about weddings than you do. If you come to our house, I can even tell you some things to pay attention to."

"Well... I’ll discuss it with my husband."

After being somewhat persuaded, May hung up and called Vincent, explaining her thoughts. At first, Vincent didn’t agree, but after she kept at it, he reluctantly agreed.

So, Jacob Jennings brought four or five bodyguards, along with all the wedding necessities, to escort May to Monica’s house.

Once everything was ready, Jacob arranged for four bodyguards to guard outside before driving back to Zenith Villa.

After all the commotion, the sky quickly darkened.

Just after having dinner at Monica’s house, May’s phone suddenly rang.

It was a call from Melanie Morgan.

May hesitated a few times but ultimately hung up on her. After what happened to Melanie last time, she couldn’t believe Melanie didn’t still harbor resentment. She knew her sister too well. To be safe, she’d rather not have any contact.

But not long after she hung up, she heard a woman’s voice yelling in the hallway outside. Even through the thick door, it was exceptionally clear.

It was Melanie!

Had she really come?

With the bodyguards Jacob arranged guarding outside, it wasn’t easy for Melanie to come in. But now that she was here, she wouldn’t give up easily. Unable to get in, she started shouting May’s name at Monica’s house door, loud enough for Monica’s parents to hear.

"May, it sounds like someone outside is calling you?" Monica’s mom asked in confusion, hearing someone shouting May’s name at the door.

Monica’s parents didn’t know much about what happened between May and her sister, since family issues aren’t to be aired publicly. To send Melanie away quickly, May had to stand up from the sofa, open the door, and face Melanie.

"Melanie, what are you doing here?"

The first thing May saw when she opened the door was Melanie holding a beautifully wrapped gift and trying to negotiate with the bodyguards.

Seeing May finally open the door, Melanie immediately shrugged off the bodyguards and, with a polite smile, said, "Sis, you’re getting married tomorrow. I didn’t prepare much, so I bought a bracelet for you as a gift. I hope you like it."

After speaking, she tried to push the gift box into May’s hand, but May warily turned away, deliberately avoiding it.

This woman was malicious; who knew if she was really giving a bracelet or a bomb?

Seeing May was still wary, Melanie gave a self-mocking smile, looked at May with pitiful eyes, and asked, "You still can’t forgive your sister?"

May rolled her eyes and said coldly, "Don’t call me your sister. Do you even deserve it?"

Melanie was at a loss for words at May’s retort. After a while, she pasted on a smile, trying to cozy up to her, "I didn’t deserve to be your sister before. It’s totally fine if you resent me. Since that incident, I’ve realized my mistakes. May, considering the fact we share the same father, can you not make it hard for me this time?"

After speaking, she again tried to push the gift into May’s hand, but May decisively pushed the gift back, "I don’t want it. Since you’ve realized your mistakes, I won’t make it hard for you. You may leave now."

"No, I have something else to ask you for help with."

Seeing May turning to leave, Melanie hurriedly grabbed her wrist and begged her, "May, you don’t understand. Vincent asked me to deliver the Jade Pendant by tomorrow. How can I possibly do that? Could you help me plead with Vincent? He wouldn’t ignore you if you speak up."

May was unwilling to help her plead but couldn’t bear her persistent badgering. She gave in, saying, "I’ll think about it."

"No, please, tomorrow is the deadline. If you don’t help me now, I won’t live past the day after tomorrow!"

Melanie pleaded desperately, still holding May’s wrist, "Even if I was wrong before, we are still sisters, aren’t we? Do you really want to watch me die?"

Tired of her pestering, May shook off her hand and coldly said, "You’ve never considered me your sister. Why should I care about your mess?"