Awakening Love Reborn to Be His Duchess (Elowen Hale) novel Chapter 310

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Chapter 310 Choices And Consequences

Under Cassian’s gaze, Alistair felt cold all the way down his spine. The color drained from his

face.

He wanted to defend Lydia. He wanted to say she had done nothing wrong, that Elspeth was simply oversensitive and couldn’t bear anyone around her. But the words died in his throat under the warning in Cassian’s eyes.

“Your Grace, Her Grace and Lady Elspeth are here,” Bran called from outside.

Cassian still sounded faintly annoyed. “Dinner isn’t ready. They came early.”

Footsteps pattered through the hall, and Elowen poked her head in with a bright smile.

“We’re not in a hurry, Your Grace. Take your time.”

Her voice seemed to melt the chill from him. Cassian nodded gently. “All right.”

Elowen spotted Alistair standing pale–faced in the corner and gave a little sound of surprise. “Marquess? What are you doing here?”

She glanced at the stove, half amused. “Helping with dinner?”

Alistair seized on her tone like a drowning man grabbing driftwood.

He bowed deeply. “Your Grace.”

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He thought quickly. The Duke of Duskmoor is known for being ruthless and hard to read, but his wife is still young and seems gentle, almost softhearted.

If she hears about Lydia’s miserable situation and sees how pitiful Nina looks, she will probably feel sorry for them.

He arranged his face and let his voice break at just the right places. “Lydia is terribly ill. She collapsed. The doctor says only Doctor Dray can save her. Nina is still just a child… she already lost her father. If she loses her mother too…”

He looked at Elowen hopefully.

She nodded, clearly moved. “That would be awful. Such a little girl, losing both parents?”

Alistair’s heart leaped.

Then she went on, “Still, we should ask Aunt. If she agrees, we’ll send for Doctor Dray.”

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He froze, then edged another step forward. “Doctor Dray answers to Your Grace. There’s no need to trouble Elspeth-”

Her smile sharpened. “Marquess, I may pity Nina, but I stand with my aunt. You understand?”

His hope crashed all at once.

He never would have guessed this gentle young woman could be every bit as firm as the duke.

Elowen turned away and raised her voice. “Aunt, the marquess is here. He wants Doctor Dray to treat Lydia. What do you think? It’s your decision.”

Alistair gripped his sleeve tightly.

He had quarreled with Elspeth. Surely she would refuse. She probably hated Lydia enough to let her die without a thought.

“Fine. Let him go.”

Alistair stared at the doorway in disbelief.

Elspeth stood there looking completely calm.

“You… you agree?”

She shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I? She’s annoying, but she doesn’t deserve death. We’re both women. Why make life harder for each other?”

Alistair could only stare, too stunned to speak.

All at once, he realized he had never truly understood this woman, not even after all their years of marriage.

“Elowen, send Bran for Doctor Dray,” Cassian said.

Then Elowen added kindly to Alistair, “Please wait a moment, Marquess.”

Bran hurried off.

While they waited for Hugh, Cassian finished cooking. He made the fragrant dishes and soup, all of them delicious–looking, then had the servants carry everything to the dining room.

Elowen smiled and pushed Cassian’s wheelchair over to the table.

He turned to her and asked, “Hungry?”

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