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    “Nate haspletely lost his senses, humiliating me for a woman. Who knows what reckless actions he might take for her next?”


    Evelyn, without a hint of surprise, lifted her gaze slowly, her eyes sharp.


    “Nate’s behavior is a direct result of the pressure everyone has ced on him,” she responded calmly, her voice steady but pointed.


    “And, frankly, the consequences you’re facing are the fruits of your own actions.”


    Andromache’s eyes darted momentarily, but her face remained unchanged, maintaining the same aggrieved, almost childlike expression.


    “Are you saying you don’t believe me? Why would you doubt my words?”


    “Words are fleeting; actions, however, leave their mark,” Evelyn replied with quiet confidence. Her fingers absentmindedly traced the rim of the coffee mug beside her.


    “I have no interest in the past. But, as for today’s events, let’s speak the truth. You crossed a line. If not for my influence, do you think Nate would have spared you? Think again.”


    A cold, calcting gleam sparked in Andromache’s eyes.


    “I’ve suspected for a while now that you favor Nate, that ungrateful man, and it seems my suspicions are confirmed. I didn’t expect you to care for him more than your own daughter.”


    Evelyn’s gaze remained steady, as deep and unwavering as a stillke. After what seemed like an eternity, she sighed, her voice quieter now, but with unmistakable resolve.


    “Since you’ve decided to use me of favoritism, let me be openly biased this time,” Evelyn dered, her words precise and unyielding.


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    “As long as I stand here, you will not have free rein in Lyhaton.”


    Her eyes turned ice-cold, her tone cutting.


    “If you so much as harm Corrine, I will make sure you face the consequences, no matter what.”


    In her younger years, Evelyn had been known for her razor-sharp decisiveness, carrying out the harshest of actions with the softest of voices.


    Though time had softened her, making her overlook certain things, the fire still burned within her. And when truly provoked, her presence alone could send chills down one’s spine.


    Andromache’s gaze grew sharper, disbelief flooding her expression.


    “Are you truly going to support Nate’s marriage to that woman?”


    Evelyn remained unfazed, her voice calm yet firm.


    “It’s not about supporting Nate’s marriage to her; it’s about ensuring she has the freedom to marry him.”


    The distinction seemed small, but there was a stark difference—one suggested Nate’s willingness to marry her, while the other hinged on whether Corrine would choose to marry Nate. If she were willing, nothing could stand in her way.


    Andromache’s disbelief lingered, but she spoke firmly, her words sharp with certainty.


    “Father will never agree to this, and the Elder Council will never let it pass.”


    Nate held an unparalleled position, second only to one on the Independent Continent. The Elder Council both feared and coveted his influence. How could they ever allow him to marry a woman of whom they knew nothing?


    Evelyn studied her daughter for a moment, her silence speaking volumes, before she turned away.


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