Love's Unexpected Awakening Elowen's Choice novel Chapter 275

Yvonne had never liked Sylvia in the first place. She'd resisted this marriage from the start.

Now that she'd seen this with her own eyes, she was bound to hate Sylvia even more, to think she was the kind of woman who couldn't keep herself straight, that she was "ruined."

At Yvonne's order, footmen stormed in with clubs in their hands, looking ready to beat someone senseless.

Sylvia shut her eyes in despair. They're about to tie me up and haul me off to drown me.

In this life, she and Piers were never going to happen.

"Sylvia!"

Yvonne's voice cut in again.

Sylvia opened her eyes slowly.

Yvonne had come up close. She reached out a hand, her voice unexpectedly gentle. "You must be terrified."

Sylvia just stared, stunned.

The Duchess... she doesn't hate me?

Yvonne took Sylvia's hand and spoke softly. "This is my fault. I got here too late. Come on. We're leaving."

Before she led Sylvia out, Yvonne cast one last look at the man being pinned on the floor.

That face, she had it right.

He was the house steward's son from the Baker household.

Back at Dawnfall Ridge, he'd been the one who'd climbed into the carriage with Clarisse and hooked up with her.

Yvonne had no idea how he'd ended up at Sunspire Hill, but he'd somehow latched onto Sylvia here too.

Today, it had been Yvonne who told Sylvia to come and say goodbye to Elowen. Which meant Sylvia had ended up in this danger because of her.

Guilt twisted tight in Yvonne's chest.

Luckily, after she'd sent Sylvia off, she'd thought it over again. Having Sylvia come alone to say goodbye could look disrespectful to the Duchess of Duskmoor. So Yvonne had decided to come too.

Outside the door, she'd heard what Sylvia said.

That she wouldn't betray Piers. That she wouldn't shame the Ashcroft family.

It hit Yvonne hard.

And in the same instant, she understood that Sylvia was in danger inside that room.

She'd rushed in, and there it was, Sylvia driving a hairpin into the man's chest.

Yvonne had always regarded Sylvia as an utterly unremarkable girl, timid by nature, skilled at little more than quiet needlework, and far too plain to be considered a worthy match for her precious son.

But in that moment, Yvonne saw it clearly. This girl had courage. And she had a backbone.

It was almost ridiculous, how had Yvonne ever liked Clarisse?

Sylvia is clearly the better choice. A daughter-in-law like that would make the whole household prosper.

Yvonne made up her mind on the spot.

Marry. This marriage has to happen. And it has to happen fast.

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