Ophelia Gets Thrown Out Novel – Abigail Vossen’s furious voice echoed through the dining room. “Starting today, you have nothing to do with the Vossen family. “Take your things and get out. No wonder I’ve always hated you. Turns out you were never my daughter in the first place.” Ophelia Vossen hadn’t even finished her breakfast when Abigail slammed a stack of personal documents onto the table in front of her. The reason for Abigail’s hatred was simple.
Ophelia had lived for eighteen years as her daughter, enjoying the wealth and status of the Vossen family, while Abigail’s real daughter had suffered in poverty, raised by a janitor’s family. “I understand.” Ophelia’s tone was flat as she neatly slipped the documents into her black handbag. Just then, the maid Mia spoke up. “Ophelia, everything you own was provided by Mr. and Mrs. Vossen. You have no right to take anything from this house. May I check your bag?” Reminded by Mia, Abigail immediately nodded. “Yes. Check her bag.” Cameron Vossen, seated at the head of the table, finally intervened, “That’s enough.
Look at the size of that bag? What could she possibly take?” Even if Ophelia wasn’t his daughter, she had lived in this home for eighteen years. Cameron couldn’t help but feel a little sympathy. But Ophelia didn’t care. She turned the bag upside down, dumping everything onto the table. “There’s nothing in here except the laptop I bought with my scholarship money and an old phone. If you want them, you can have them,” she said calmly.
From Ophelia’s childhood, Abigail had been cold toward Ophelia. Abigail doted only on her sons, leaving Ophelia to fend for herself. Ophelia had never spent the family’s money; she even turned over her scholarship funds to the household. Nothing in this house truly belonged to her, and she had no desire to take any of it. Abigail scoffed at her defiant tone, “Scholarship money? If we hadn’t paid for your tuition at Dunhollow University, would you have even gotten a scholarship?” “Mom, let it go. It’s just a laptop and a phone.
They mean nothing to the Vossen family,” Layla Vossen chimed in, pretending to be sympathetic. “Once she leaves the family, she probably won’t even be able to pay her phone bill. Just let her keep them,” she added. Hearing Layla’s words, Abigail reluctantly agreed. “Fine. Whatever she leaves behind, I’ll buy you new ones. Even if she keeps those things, I’ll throw them out later.” There was no way Abigail would let her precious, long-lost daughter use anything that Ophelia had touched.
Layla smiled sweetly, “Mom, I know you care about me, but don’t say that in front of Ophelia. She’s leaving today. It must be hard for her.” Acting considerate, Layla stood up, gathered the laptop, phone, and documents, and handed them to Ophelia. “Ophelia, don’t hate me. Take care of yourself. I’ll take good care of Mom and Dad for you.” Her words sounded gentle, but her eyes gleamed with triumph.
Layla had grown up struggling at the bottom of society, calculating, manipulative, and ambitious. Unfortunately, only Ophelia could see through that fake concern and the mockery in Layla’s eyes. The rest of the Vossen family was too blinded by the joy of welcoming back their so-called real daughter. Ophelia gave a faint, icy smile. “Why would I hate you? I should thank you. Because of your return, I finally have a legitimate reason to walk away from the Vossen family.” Soon enough, Layla would discover how deeply the Vossen family favored their sons over their daughters.
At her smile, Layla froze, unease creeping into her heart. ‘Is she really not upset to leave? Why does she look relieved?’ she wondered. “You ungrateful brat?” Abigail exploded, veins bulging on her forehead. “We raised you for eighteen years, and you can’t wait to leave? Fine. Go back to that filthy little house where you came from.” Ophelia’s lips curved into a cold smirk. “You’ll find out soon enough who’s really been supporting whom.” The Vossen family was too arrogant to real