My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 781:

Another voice cut in sharply,

“She’s not Mr. Josh Morrison’s daughter—she’s his granddaughter. Growing up in such impoverished conditions would have squandered any natural talent. Artistic excellence requires early cultivation. At the Music Association, no one begins training past twenty.”

Someone, mindful of their surroundings, attempted diplomacy.

“I heard she’s quite accomplished—a renowned actress. Likely shares talents with the distinguished Jenesis Morrison. Her work has gained considerable popularity—”

Derisive laughter interrupted his defense.

“How dare you compare her to Jenesis?”

In these elite circles, the term “actress” carried implications of mere entertainment.noveldrama

Jenesis commanded respect as an esteemed Morrison, having entered the industry under the family’s prestigious banner to become an award-winning performer. How could they equate her with an actress who had clawed her way up from obscurity?

If this had happened in Orkset, Camille might have spoken up for Carrie without hesitation. But this was Isonridge—foreign territory where even Kristopher held little influence. If she tried to defend Carrie here, she would only make herself look like a fool.

Standing at the edge of the gathering, Camille clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms as the crowd’s whispers and rude comments surrounded Carrie. Frustration burned in her chest, but she didn’t know how to help.

At this moment, Kristopher, Torrie, and Aliza also walked in.

They had clearly overheard the discussions.

The hushed conversations slowed but didn’t stop. If anything, the tension thickened. Aliza, ever the actress, pretended to be casual as she spoke, her tone tinged with false sincerity.

“Ms. Campbell is truly fortunate,” she commented.

“Orkset and Isonridge are thousands of miles apart, yet fate still led the Morrison family to her. Considering Mr. Morrison lived his whole life in obscurity and wasn’t found until after his passing… well, for them to find her now, it must be heaven’s blessing.”

A carefully veiled jab. Her words dripped with implication—that Carrie’s recognition by the Morrison family wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

That there was something suspicious about how she had conveniently emerged as Josh’s descendant after his death.

The crowd’s gazes shifted from pity, to doubt, then disdain.

Some sighed, silently lamenting that Josh Morrison’s legacy had ended up like this. Others sneered, convinced that Carrie was nothing more than an opportunist clinging to the powerful.

Ironically, wasn’t that exactly what every family here wished to do? The elite socialites of Isonridge spent their lives scheming for a connection to the Morrison family—especially the eligible young women. Many had spent years cultivating charm, status, and influence, hoping to marry in.

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