Chapter 392:

He was, after all, only human, subject to the whims of his own emotions.

Seeing Ethel’s anger simmering beneath the surface, Hugh added in a soft tone, “As soon as you stormed off, Cheryl confided in me. She said she understood why you both were upset. She even admitted that if she were in your shoes, with her father planning to remarry, she’d be just as troubled.”

Hugh sighed, his thoughts drifting. Before today, he hadn’t anticipated such resistance. He had always hoped Freya would confront him directly if she opposed his marriage plans. That way, he could have respected her wishes openly.

However, her expressing those doubts in front of Cheryl—that had stung more than he wanted to admit.

“You’re just trying to blame this on Mina,” Ethel spat, her voice sharp with accusation.

Hugh’s brows furrowed, but he kept quiet.

He wasn’t blaming Freya—he just wished, deep down, that she could understand him better. Especially now, when Cheryl was doing her best to comfort him through her own heartbreak.

finally said. “I just think it’s a little harsh to say you don’t

flared, her gaze burning

thought of how devastated her sister would be if she ever

why she doesn’t like Cheryl Newman?” Ethel shot back, her voice sharp as a whip. “It’s because Cheryl tries to copy Mom—down to the clothes, the way she talks, even the earrings she wears!” She turned on her heel, her voice growing louder as she stormed off. “It’s not just Freya. If I’d seen it sooner,

now,

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subtle and gradual, a creeping transformation. Without her sister’s pointed reminders, it would have slipped right by

distance, Hugh stood frozen,

rubbed his brow, a tired sigh escaping

everything end up

finally pulled out his phone and composed

rimmed red with unshed tears. Despite the strained relationship with Hugh, she didn’t mind—as

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