Sweet Submission: Reclaiming Her Love

Chapter 97 Give Her Some

Grace

With Gavin acting as a mediator, Elliot soon realized that he wouldn’t be able to deal with Owen as he wished. More importantly, Gavin had no qualms hiding his disapproval of Elliot’s intent to dissolve his engagement.

“I will see to it myself that Miss Harper receives a proper apology,” Gavin said. “She can have whatever she wants as recompense. Let this matter be put to rest once and for all.”

The old man paused to look at Elliot, and sounded more sincere when he added, “Marriage is no trifling matter, Elliot. You need to think about it carefully.”

“I have thought about it long and hard,” Elliot countered without missing a beat. “And I have made up my mind to cancel the engagement. There is no love between Amanda and I, and I do not want to become like Owen.” He cast a cold glance toward his father when he said the last part.

Owen’s hands balled into fists at that. Just what the hell was this rascal getting at?

It wasn’t unusual among the elite circles of Orelens to have sidepieces here and there. In fact, he ought to be commended for having only one mistress, yet Elliot had been dead set on carrying that grudge for the last decade. Their relationship had gone so bad, there was probably no way to fix it at this point.

“All right, then. If you are sure, then go ahead and cancel the engagement. But give Amanda some grace and allow her some time to adjust. It may be one–sided, but that girl likes you a lot.” Gavin heaved a resigned sigh as he lamented the loss of such an ideal granddaughter–in–law.

Elliot’s expression softened. “You’re right, Grandpa. I will wait for a few days before discussing it with her again.”

“Oh, I believe her birthday is coming up,” Gavin pointed out. “Let her celebrate it without worry, at least, before you revisit the matter.”

sighed

to marry her or not, he would have no choice but to tie the knot with

my mother left me,” Elliot said

would be damned if he didn’t get

and slammed his

him a look of distress that bordered

Gavin roared.

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few minutes later, a wooden box in his hands

rummaged through the knickknacks for a while before looking up at Owen. “Where is

mother’s is in

that my mother

shrugged, still pretending to be clueless. “I guess I lied. How was I supposed to know

throat. “Apologize to your son, Owen.” “Why should I?” Owen cried out, looking absolutely offended, “What kind

repeated in a more commanding voice.

Owen muttered a single word under his breath. “Sorry.”

at the most crucial moments,” Elliot said slowly, his words laced with threat. “But if anything like this

on his heel and