Chapter 1750:


    Upon seeing him, Dolores stered an artificially sweet smile across her face. “I’ve been reflecting deeply these past few days at home. I know I crossed a line. Could you help me out?”


    Lowell sensed insincerity behind her words. He asked bluntly, “What scheme are you trying to pull now?”


    Lowering her voice conspiratorially, she confided, “Can you help me find a path to marriage?”


    Lowell’s expression darkened. “Who would want you? Your reputation lies in ruins. Even those privileged heirs wouldn’t consider you wife material.”


    His harsh assessment struck her like a physical blow, unleashing a wave of panic within her. “I must get married! Without a marriage, my entire life’s purpose vanishes.”


    Lowell scoffed dismissively. “Now you’re desperate? I thought your n was set with Shaun. Didn’t you attempt to manipte him into intimacy? What happened? Why did you end up with someone else?”


    Dolores bristled, her voice rising sharply. “Don’t forget I’m your sister. How could you mock me? If I had seeded with Shaun, wouldn’t that have benefited your situation too?”


    “That’s pure delusion,” Lowell shot back. “Had you married him, you likely would have created even greater chaos, leaving me to resolve your mess.”


    Dolores’s resentment bubbled dangerously close to the surface. “Enough with the criticism. Will you help me or not?”


    Lowell’s patience visibly waned. “How exactly am I supposed to help you now? You’re embroiled in scandal. What rational person would marry you? Even if I found someone, could you ept marrying someone of lower status?”


    Dolores shook her head vehemently. “Absolutely impossible! I refuse to marry beneath our family’s standing!”


    Lowell released a sardonicugh. “If your standards remain so lofty, why destroy your own reputation?”


    Dolores fixed him with a withering re. “Are you genuinely going to continue berating me about this?” Then, her attention caught on the cut marring his lip, where a dark bruise was forming.


    She gasped, reaching toward the injury. “My god! Someone struck you! Who did this?”


    Lowell jerked away from her touch, his voice sharp. “Save your concern for your own predicament! You can’t even secure a husband!”


    “It’s entirely Shaun’s fault!” Dolores erupted, her voice thick with frustration. “He barely qualifies as a man! I’m an attractive woman standing right before him, yet he remainspletely indifferent!”


    Lowell sighed heavily. “He has feelings for someone else. Naturally, he has no interest in you. Why can’t you maintain some dignity and stop pursuing him so desperately?”


    Dolores angrily asked, “Tracy is dead! So, who else could Shaun possibly love?” Lowell stood frozen, his mind reeling. Seconds stretched into what felt like an eternity before he finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “Right…” The realization settled over him like a dense fog. “It’s always been Tracy. She was the only one he ever truly loved.” He wondered if Shaun had been by her side the whole time.


    Noticing her brother’s odd reaction, Dolores pressed further, her brows knitting together. “What are you talking about? I don’t understand.”


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    Message from Noah: Good night dear ones. God loves you and Noah whishes you all the best. (? ?? ? – ? ) ?


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