Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 333

Tristan York never expected his sister to lose her composure so completely.

He could see that his sister—who was usually so naturally radiant she never needed to overdress to stand out—had specifically worn her favorite multi-million dollar evening gown for this occasion. She had dressed up with meticulous care, and Tristan had simply thought she was growing up, getting ready for marriage, which made him feel rather gratified.

Who could have known that the Prescott Family, whom the York Family had recently approached about their old marriage pact, would suddenly deliver such a crushing blow? No prior notice, no explanation—just a flippant claim of "just found out." It was a blatant sign of disrespect toward the Yorks.

However, this type of arrangement was merely a verbal promise from years ago. There were no tokens or documents, and the two families hadn't confirmed it since. The late Alistair Prescott Sr., who made the promise, had already passed away, so it made sense to let it go.

Both sides knew the score. Tristan felt that Quentin Prescott hadn't outright rejected them but was clearly signaling he had no intention of honoring the agreement.

They could have reached a mutual understanding to pretend the arrangement never existed. That way, it wouldn't ruin the gala, nor would it affect Penelope York's future marriage prospects.

Tristan believed his wonderful sister deserved a life of luxury anyway. If not Quentin, she would find another excellent match.

But he had no idea Penelope didn't share his view. Not only did she break down and lash out right then and there, but she completely ignored Tristan's urging to apologize. Stubborn to the core, she exposed the marriage pact herself.

Now, all eyes in the room were glued to them.

"What? This gorgeous woman is Quentin's arranged fiancée? I mean, she might pale a bit in comparison to his current woman, but she's incredibly elegant and sexy. Maybe the purple dress is just a bit too understated. Let's see what the big boss has to say."

Originally intending to make his sister apologize to Quentin and his partner, Tristan now hesitated. He handed Penelope a tissue and pulled her behind him protectively.

He stepped forward, demanding answers. "Mr. Prescott, my sister was wrong to impulsively throw wine at you, but she had her reasons. Just as she said, the Prescott and York families had a prior engagement. I brought her here to finalize it, completely unaware that you had already found a girlfriend. Naturally, this is quite a blow to our family. Don't you owe the Yorks an explanation?"

Quentin set down his towel. His large, striking eyes—which carried a heavy, predatory weight even when he wasn't smiling—swept coldly over Tristan and Penelope.

Tristan stood his ground like a fiercely protective brother. Since Penelope couldn't handle the humiliation and had laid it all bare, he was determined to get to the bottom of it. If Quentin truly considered the Yorks so insignificant that he could humiliate them like this, Tristan was ready to cut ties completely.