Chapter 179 Confrontation
Ophe had called Finnegan "Darling" before, but it had always been in private. It was the first time she publicly called him that in front of so many people. Today's incident caused her and Finnegan's relationship to no longer be considered a secret. At least in front of these people, their relationship was exposed.
Of course, Ophe deliberately humiliating Niamh. Wasn't it Niamh who wanted to marry Finnegan? Well, sorry, but she had taken Mrs. Abbott's seat. She tried to anger Niamh as revenge for being trapped tonight. Ophe was not one to hold grudges because she would retaliate immediately.
The words "Darling" meant a lot to Finnegan. A sense of pride surged within him as Ophe's husband. But for Niamh, this word was like a bolt from the blue. 'Ophe's husband is Finnegan? How is that possible? Finnegan is still single,' she thought.
Niamh immediately reprimanded Ophe sternly, saying, "Ophe, are you insane? Have you had too much to drink? How can you call Finnegan darling? Do you even know who he is? He is..."
"I am Ophe's husband," Finnegan coldly interrupted Niamh's words and tightly held Ophe's hand. Their wedding rings shone brightly. Niamh felt like she had gone insane. 'Isn't Ophe marrying a man in his fifties or sixties? How can it be Finnegan?' She thought.
Niamh stood up, her emotions getting the better of her, not even bothering to sit in her wheelchair, and exclaimed in disbelief, "Finnegan, you say Ophe is your wife? How is that possible? When did you get married? We were engaged; how could you marry someone else? You married that bitch Ophe..."
The word "bitch" immediately darkened Finnegan's face, and he reached out and nipped Niamh's mouth.
Finnegan's actions took Ophe and Caspian aback, genuinely worried that he might become violent.
The onlookers were all silent with fear.
Finnegan warned Niamh coldly, "If you utter another word against her, you won't need your tongue anymore."
Hearing this, Niamh shivered, feeling a chilling sensation all over her body. She sensed the murderous intent in Finnegan's eyes.
She believed that he was capable of ripping out her tongue for Ophe's sake.
Finnegan released his grip on Niamh, causing her to fall back into her wheelchair. Ricky, who was among the crowd, quietly left, not daring to approach them.
He wasn't suicidal enough to provoke trouble with Finnegan, the devil of New York.
In the circle, Ricky was at most a playboy, a rich scion who indulged in pleasure-seeking. Compared to Finnegan, they were poles apart.
It could be said that Ricky survived in the circle for so long, mainly because he avoided Finnegan appropriately.
Wherever Finnegan was, Ricky would behave himself unquestioningly.
Niamh was dumbfounded. She looked at Caspian and said, "Caspian, tell me this is not true. Finnegan and Ophe are not like that."
Caspian took a couple of steps forward, stood beside Ophe, and said, "Let me reintroduce myself. Ophe is my brother's wife."
This statement crushed Niamh's illusions completely.
Niamh became increasingly agitated, her voice sharp. "Finnegan, this doesn't count. I'm your fiancée."
"I never said I would marry you," Finnegan said, holding Ophe's hand. His favoritism for her was evident.
As Finnegan spoke, his gaze darkened, and he stared at Paxton lying on the ground. "You drugged Ophe, didn't you?"
Feeling Finnegan's accusation, Niamh panicked and instinctively looked at Paxton, desperately hoping that he would admit to it so that she wouldn't be implicated.
Paxton wanted to stay alive, and since he didn't drug Ophe, he naturally wouldn't confess. He quickly shook his head, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth. "It wasn't me, CEO Abbott's, it really wasn't me. I'm not that audacious, CEO Abbott's, please spare me."
Seeing Paxton denied it, Finnegan asked Ophe in a gentle voice, "Honey, who did it?"
Ophe stared at Niamh, and Niamh immediately became fearful. The next second, Finnegan's keen gaze scanned across.
"Was it you?"
"It's not me..." Niamh hurriedly denied, "I just came to see what happened when I heard about it. I didn't know anything about drugging."
If she didn't admit it, would Ophe let her go?
Ophe wasn't a saint. She had almost been framed. How could she let it go without demanding an explanation?
With the truth exposed, Blaire, who was outside the crowd, was also very scared. She prayed that Ophe wouldn't know, but Ophe walked straight toward her. "Blaire, who gave you the water you handed to me? Who instructed you? Think carefully before answering."
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