Chapter 6 Expelled

The ballroom was brightly lit and buzzing with guests.

Elsie stood off to the side, looking like she was a million miles away from the crowd.

Ronald's face was like a thunderstorm, his eyes glued to Elsie like he was trying to read her mind.

She stood there, her red gown blazing like fire, in stark contrast to her cold indifference and detachment.

Ronald couldn't help himself. He stormed over, almost grinding his teeth. "Elsie, that dress..."

Elsie ignored his question, giving a small smile. "No need to say anything; I get it."

She looked like she didn't want to hear another word from him.

Ronald's frown deepened. His anger was barely contained, ready to explode.

He wanted to keep questioning her, but she didn't give him the chance.

Elsie stepped forward, heading straight to the main hall, her back straight, exuding an air of indifference.

She had already figured out the truth. That provocative dress was sent by Missy.

Ronald explained he had someone deliver the dress to the Forbes Villa, but she hadn't been back there. Missy must have taken the opportunity to meddle.

She was clearly framed by Missy, but she had no intention of explaining.

After all, Ronald and she were getting divorced. What was the point of explaining?

Missy quickly caught up, trying to hold Ronald's arm, but he coldly shook her off.

She paused, a flash of resentment in her eyes, and quickly said, "Ronald, Elsie might just be in a bad mood. Don't be mad at her."

Ronald's deep eyes looked towards the main hall as he walked in that direction, oblivious to her.

Missy didn't dare say more, lowering her head and following him, already plotting her next move.

Raina and Nash Borgia, who were chatting with guests in the main hall, lit up when they saw Elsie.

Raina was the first to walk over, taking Elsie's hand and looking her over carefully. "Elsie, have you lost weight again? Is Ronald not taking good care of you?"

Elsie was slightly taken aback, not having a chance to respond before Raina turned to Ronald, frowning.

"Ronald, I told you to marry Elsie to take care of her. Is this how you treat your wife?"

Ronald's face darkened further, remaining silent.

Raina said no more, just pulled Elsie to sit beside her, attentively asking about her well-being.

Her voice was soft, but full of concern, drawing the attention of the surrounding guests.

Missy stood to the side, her smile gradually stiffening. She lowered her head, pretending to stand casually behind Ronald.

Nash's gaze swept over to her, and his expression instantly darkened.

"Missy? What are you doing here? Is this a place you should be?" Nash's tone was cold, even carrying a hint of disdain.

Missy was momentarily stunned, quickly lowering her head to explain, "Ronald brought me here."

Nash snorted. "This is Elsie's home. What right do you have to be here?"

Missy's face turned pale, her lips pressed tightly together.

Raina furrowed her brows. The banquet was filled with long-time family acquaintances; the situation had already turned awful. She didn't want it to end disastrously, but she also couldn't bear to see Elsie wronged.

She looked at a nearby servant. "Take Ms. Missy York to where she belongs."

The servant quickly approached, politely saying, "Ms. Missy York, please follow me."

Missy stood there, her fingers tightly gripping the hem of her dress, her head lowered, feigning a pitiful look.

She raised her eyes, trying to evoke Ronald's sympathy, softly calling, "Ronald..."

But Ronald remained nonchalant, seemingly lost in thought, not lingering on her for even a second.

"This is Grandma's birthday party. We'll talk later." His voice was calm, carrying an undeniable detachment.

Missy's smile froze. "But..."

She tried to argue, but the servant's polite yet firm voice interrupted her. "Ms. Missy York, please follow me."

The servant stood behind her, a look of disdain in his eyes.

Missy felt utterly humiliated, but could only bite her lip and nod.

She turned to follow the servant, each step stiff, her fingertips almost digging into her palms.

She knew that in the eyes of the guests, this scene only made her look more disgraceful.

But she could only endure the humiliation, lowering her head and following the servant out.

Mason approached Ronald with a glass of wine, his tone indifferent. "Why did you bring her here?"

Ronald's frown deepened, not answering.

Mason snorted, continuing, "Today is your grandmother's birthday. You know the Borgia family doesn't welcome her. By doing this, are you deliberately trying to embarrass Elsie?"

Ronald's face grew even darker. "I didn't mean to embarrass her."

Mason laughed coldly. "Really? Then why bring Missy? Do you want everyone to know you have a mistress?"

At the word "mistress," Ronald's brow twitched, his voice cold. "Missy is just someone I need to take care of."

Mason scoffed, not hiding the mockery in his tone. "You're just short of announcing to the whole city that you're dumping Elsie to marry Missy."

Ronald's face turned sour, his gaze coldly sweeping over him. "Enough."

But Mason didn't stop, his gaze moving past Ronald to Elsie not far away.

Elsie was currently using sign language to communicate with Raina, her expression calm, her demeanor elegant, exuding an extraordinary grace.

This Elsie seemed completely different from the one in his memory.

But in Mason's mind, another image appeared.

Two years ago, on that rainy night, the car accident scene was chaotic.

At the moment of the impending explosion, Elsie, with her bloodied hands, used all her strength to drag Ronald out of the car.

At that time, her fingers were broken, her nails torn, almost her entire body stained with blood. But her eyes showed no hint of retreat, even carrying a resolute determination.

"Elsie has sacrificed so much for you, Ronald, yet you remain oblivious. You are truly ungrateful." Mason's voice was low, with a hint of suppressed anger.

Ronald didn't answer, but his gaze involuntarily fell on Elsie.

Elsie seemed to sense his gaze, slowly turning her head.

She looked at him, her expression calm, like a still lake without any ripples.

Then, she raised her hand. Her slender fingers moved slightly, as if preparing to sign the word "divorce."

Ronald's pupils contracted sharply. "Elsie."

His voice suddenly rang out, coldly interrupting her movement.