Chapter 762

In the dead of night, Mr. Bartley summoned Alston to his study. Mrs. Bartley was already there, her presence a clear sign of the gravity of the discussion about to unfold.

“What? Call off the engagement?!” Mrs. Bartley shrieked in disbelief. “Timothy, are you out of your mind? The news has already spread like wildfire. I have the ladies from the country club practically fawning over me, showering me with gifts because our Alston is set to marry the Abernathy heiress!”

Her eyes blazed with the scandal of it all. “With the wedding just around the corner, you drop this bombshell on me. How am I supposed to show my

ace around them after this?”

“Dad! What’s going on? Why cancel the engagement?!” Alston, his face flushed with anger, recalled the evening’s humiliation. “Marilla had the audacity to hold hands with Mr. Ashbourne and dance with him right in front of me. I’ve been embarrassed already, and now you want to call off the wedding altogether?”

Edith had painted Marilla as a simpleton. But what sort of fool dares to flirt with another man in front of her own fiancé, to be so intimate in public?

The thought of it was maddening. He wanted to make her pay, to make her regret her indiscretion.

“If your dignity comes at the cost of my future, then I say your pride is a small price to pay!” Mr. Bartley’s words were shocking, his impatience written all over his face.

“What are you saying?!” Both mother and son stared at him, bewildered.

“Haven’t you seen it tonight? Aaron has fallen for that ‘simpleton‘,” Mr. Bartley said, sipping his tea with an air of self–satisfaction. “Suri approached me in confidence, asking me to break off the engagement.”

“If I agree to hand Marilla over to her son, she’ll back my campaign in the upcoming election. Chairman Emeric is also in the loop. If I refuse, they’ll throw their support behind my rival. Tell me, would either of you do differently?”

Alston clenched his jaw, and Mrs. Bartley was at a loss for words.

“My dear wife and son, this arrangement is nothing but beneficial for us!” Mr. Bartley lounged on the couch, legs crossed, transforming from a dignitary to a rogue in a heartbeat. “Firstly, Alston won’t have to marry the ‘simpleton‘ and demean himself. I’ll get what I want without owing the Abernathy group any favors, freeing us from Frederic’s influence.”

“Secondly, it secures my campaign financing and aligns us with the influential Ashbourne family. It’s killing two birds with one stone, isn’t it?”

Alston, desperate, interjected, “Dad, aren’t you oversimplifying things? The Ashbournes have a formidable reputation. I find Emeric even more daunting than Frederic!”

abroad for treatment and probably won’t last two years.

father!” Alston fumed, influenced by Edith’s opinions. “You might handle Frederic, but can you really contend with Evadne? She’s the actual power

forget, she has Thaddeus backing

pointing at Alston as he shouted, “You think if it weren’t for Suri’s proposal, you’d have any chance of securing this marriage? Look at the mess you made tonight, acting like a cornered animal in front of Mr. Frederic. I’ve taught you better! Even if it’s an act, you have to maintain your composure. But you lost your temper in front of everyone! Do you think your

Alston was speechless.

end. Yet watching her dance intimately with

grudges, and even if I didn’t speak up, he’d never

disappointment. “You don’t have what it takes

up his engagements, inquired about the previous night’s events

detail, including Suri’s lavish gift to Marilla and Aaron’s bold declaration of

our Miss Marilla. The welcome gift alone

planning an engagement with the

Ashbournes probably have a vault full of such baubles. Emeric probably

Aaron is leagues better than that Bartley boy,” Dennis scoffed. “Last night,

The comparison between

off the engagement with the Bartleys? A match with the Ashbournes would be a

girl and my daughter wed to an Ashbourne boy? As if my children have no other prospects but those Ashbournes!”

chose to remain

to admit that Aaron, Suri’s son, was a far superior match for his daughter than

had no real affection for his daughter; it was all about family arrangements. But the way Aaron looked at Marilla, with such genuine affection, couldn’t be just for

Aaron wasn’t

buzzed, startling him from his thoughts. It was

Frederic took a few rings before answering, “Dad, you wanted to

you speak freely?”

“Go ahead.”

to call off

a beat, his voice pitched high in disbelief, “What did you say?!”

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