Blanche's unwavering confidence left Leda at a loss, her own voice turning thin and uncertain. "Mr. and Mrs. McCarthy would never agree to this. They still don't know your background…"
"As long as Ablett knows, that's enough."
Blanche couldn't help but feel as if she and Leda belonged to entirely different eras. Wasn't this the age of choosing whom you love?
She stepped out of the sitting room.
To Leda, Blanche's every movement seemed like an act of triumph, a flaunting that made her chest ache with envy and grief.
Tears welled up and slipped down Leda's cheeks.
She was so lost in her sorrow that she didn't even notice someone sitting down beside her until—
"That's all you've got?"
The words cut through the quiet, flat and cold, scraping across her nerves like a rusted blade on stone. Leda immediately stifled her tears and straightened up, as if the chill radiating from the man next to her had frozen her in place. Shadows clung beneath his eyes, his pale skin tinged with an unhealthy gray, and when his gaze swept over her, it felt like shards of ice against her neck.
Even after more than twenty years at his side, Leda never dared meet her older brother's eyes. She lowered her head and muttered, "Big brother, she isn't Ablett's girlfriend. They're already engaged behind the McCarthy family's back."
"People can get divorced after marriage. An engagement means nothing." Carney Harvey's voice was low and calm. "I've spent years shaping you. Even if the McCarthys don't want to marry into our family, they'll have no choice."
He fixed his icy stare on Blanche's retreating figure beyond the hall. "Don't worry. I'll take care of that woman."
Leda finally felt her heart settle at his words.
"You're staying here tonight. Don't leave."
"My mother still has so much to discuss with you."
Blanche, meanwhile, had work to finish and couldn't linger. Just as she was about to reply to Rebekah, a housekeeper hurried in to announce the arrival of an important guest—someone had come to see the young lady.
Rebekah's face lit up with excitement. She could hardly wait to greet the guest at the door.
Blanche, seeing Rebekah nearly glowing with happiness, guessed it must be someone she liked. She felt a pang of envy for Rebekah's youthful confidence and energy, but didn't want to keep her any longer. Saying goodbye to Rebekah's father and stepmother was just the same.
At the entrance, Rebekah spotted Eddy and hurried over.
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