Chapter 1770:


    Camille stepped forward, adopting a dramatic pose. “Of course! I was a wellpaid actress hired by Brook. Deceiving you wasn’t just my job—it was my talent and my skill!”


    Brook offered Camille an appreciative nod. “Indeed, you have remarkable talent for acting. Study diligently, and next year apply to drama school to refine your abilities.”


    Camille returned his smile with a yful salute. “Got it! I’ll follow whatever guidance you give me!”


    Jennie stood frozen, disbelief widening her eyes. “You’re in love with me, not Camille?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.


    Brook’s expression softened with surprise. “Did you honestly think I had feelings for Camille? Since you returned, I’ve spent every waking moment by your side. I only popped back to my vi now and then to grab a change of clothes.”


    Jennie’s mind raced. “But Corrie told me you cared for Camille.”


    Brook reached out to pinch Jennie’s cheek affectionately. “What does Corrie really know? My interest in Camille was just a guise. I never imagined you’d believe her when I’ve been here with you all along.”


    Camille, worried Jennie might still be confused, chimed in cheerfully, “Jennie, please don’t fall for that nonsense. I’m still too young—how could I be interested in a man approaching thirty? I prefer someone closer to my own age, young and full of energy.”


    Brook rolled his eyes with mock irritation. “I still have a few years before I turn thirty.”


    Camille giggled and darted behind Elyse for protection.


    Atst, the truth hit Jennie—this entire ruse had been Brook’s n all along, devised just to help her.


    She turned to Corrie with newfound understanding. “You once said no one paid attention to you. Isn’t this entire situation proof to the contrary?”


    Corrie watched Jennie and Brook embrace, her heart burning with jealousy. The question tormented her—how could they find love while she remained alone?


    “I’m supposed to be your bride!” she shouted, herposure shatteringpletely. “You should be embracing me, not her!”


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    Brook gently stepped back, keeping his voice calm. “I’ve already asked my mother to speak with your parents about canceling our marriage. We should have their response soon.”


    Corrie staggered backward as if struck. “What did you say? You want to cancel it? No! Absolutely not! I must marry you! I have to marry you!” Desperation colored every syble.


    Brook’s patience finally snapped. “Can you be rational for just one moment? Do you truly want to marry me out of love, or is it only for the power and privilege my family provides? You can’t even say what you genuinely desire, so how can you value anything else?”


    Corrie’s lips trembled, but her voice tore from her throat. “I know exactly what I want! Marrying you guarantees me a good life. Why shouldn’t I marry you? You show kindness to these other women—why never to me?”


    Elyse could tolerate no more. She stepped forward deliberately, cing herself between Corrie and Brook, her gaze locked on Corrie. “What precisely constitutes this ‘good life’ you speak of? How many moralpromises have you made in pursuit of this imagined paradise? If achieving that life demands sacrificing your conscience, why continue this relentless pursuit?”


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    Message from Noah: Enjoy the weekend dear ones. God loves you and Noah whishes you all the best. (=?=) /


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