Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 545

By the time Clarissa and Sylvia returned to the main house, Graham had already retired to his study.

The poker game in the parlor had ended, and the maids were busy clearing the table and gathering the chips.

Having cooled down, Sylvia no longer dared to bring up the idea of asking the patriarch to step in and mediate. She was even beginning to regret letting her loose lips spill the details of Sophia's absurd behavior.

"Clarissa..." Sylvia said after a moment of deliberation, affectionately linking her arm through her sister-in-law's. "About what I mentioned earlier..."

Clarissa gently patted her hand. "I know you're dealing with a lot. Don't worry, I won't breathe a word of it to Graham. However, you really should sit down and have a proper talk with Sophia. When parents are too overbearing, it only ends up pushing the child further away."

Sylvia let out a hollow chuckle. "You're completely right, Clarissa." She paused, deliberately steering the conversation in a new direction. "By the way, that Mina girl we just saw... is she the Blackthorne heiress the patriarch was considering?"

Clarissa knew Sylvia wasn't actually listening to her advice, so she kept her tone neutral. "He merely mentioned her in passing."

As the eldest grandson and the designated heir to the Everhart empire, Preston's future marriage prospects had been under careful consideration by the family for years.

Mina was just one of many options. The Everharts had their eyes on several young women from elite families, though their absolute favorite was the legitimate Ravenshire heiress, Aurelia.

But matters like this involved the pride and reputation of multiple powerful families, so Clarissa knew better than to gossip about it.

Sylvia purposefully probed further. "That girl seems to have a bit of spunk, but she's nowhere near good enough for our Preston. Honestly, there isn't a single girl in all of Stormhollow who is worthy of him."

It was just empty flattery, but Clarissa played along smoothly. "I think all those young ladies are lovely. It's my brat of a son who's utterly spoiled. He never takes anything seriously."

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