Chapter 1322

No.1

Eleanor Kingsley observed the spectacle from a distance, her expression icy. These girls' intentions were transparent—they might as well have "I want to marry into the Kingsleys" stamped on their foreheads.

Her gaze shifted to Evelyn Sinclair standing quietly nearby, and a playful smile curved her lips.

"Miss Sinclair, are you married?" Eleanor's sudden question cut through the chatter.

Evelyn smiled faintly. "Yes, I am."

"Oh?" Eleanor feigned surprise. "Which fortunate gentleman won your heart?"

"Just an ordinary man." Evelyn's tone remained neutral.

Eleanor shook her head dramatically. "I refuse to believe that. A woman like you settling for mediocrity?"

No.2

The surrounding socialites fell silent, their stares piercing Evelyn.

"Truly, he's just an average person." Evelyn shrugged helplessly. "What's done is done."

"Divorce him." Eleanor's suggestion carried a teasing edge. "Does he treat you well?"

Evelyn sighed. "Neither exceptionally well nor poorly."

"What kind of answer is that?" Madeline interjected sharply. "Good is good. Bad is bad."

Ignoring the matriarch, Eleanor continued baiting Evelyn. "In that case, why not divorce him and marry into our family instead?"

The words detonated like a bomb.

No.3

The debutantes' faces paled. Even as a jest, such words from Eleanor carried weight.

Molly Mo couldn't resist a snide remark. "Even if Miss Sinclair divorces, she's carrying someone else's child. Who would marry her?"

"You're pregnant?" Eleanor pretended shock.

Evelyn nodded resignedly. "Three or four months along."

"Tsk tsk," a socialite muttered. "So far along and the father's identity remains mysterious."

"Rumor has it some tycoon pursued her—trading resources for the baby?"

"Could the father and husband be different men?"

No.4

Eleanor's lips curled coldly. "Even better. Miss Sinclair can bring the child into our family. My unfilial son has no intention of marrying properly anyway."

"Outrageous!" Madeline shot to her feet, livid. "How dare you spout such nonsense?"

Eleanor froze. The old woman's reaction seemed disproportionate to a harmless joke.

"Mother, I was merely jesting—"

"With me. Now." The matriarch's command brooked no argument.

Eleanor gave Evelyn's hand a reassuring pat before following Madeline to a secluded corner.

The moment they were alone, Madeline hissed, "Have you lost your mind? Making such remarks in public!"

No.5

"It was just a joke—"

"Jokes require discretion!" Madeline's voice trembled with suppressed fury. "Have you considered how this reflects on the Kingsley name?"

Only then did Eleanor grasp the gravity. The matriarch's reaction hinted at deeper implications...

"Mother..." Eleanor Kingsley hesitated, "This isn't about propriety. I just don't want Evelyn to suffer anymore."

"What suffering?" Madeline Kingsley scoffed. "Is being part of our family beneath her? Why is she hiding like this?"

Eleanor's grip tightened around her teacup.

No one understood Evelyn's longing to marry Alexander better than she did.

No.6

That girl had once waited outside the Kingsley mansion just to catch a glimpse of him.

Was this the outcome she'd desired?

"Mother, let's not forget who pushed Evelyn away in the first place." Eleanor's voice trembled. "Alexander rejected her, humiliated her, tormented her..."

She wouldn't have lasted a day in Evelyn's place.

Yet Evelyn endured six years.

Six years of silent suffering earned her no mercy. Now that she'd finally found the strength to leave, Eleanor felt relieved for her.

The old woman would never understand.

No.7

She only saw Evelyn's reluctance to go public now, forgetting the years of pain that led to this moment.

"This discussion is over!" Madeline slammed the table. "Unless they divorce, the truth will come out eventually! They should stop meeting in public to avoid future embarrassment!"

Eleanor suddenly laughed.

"Mother, have you forgotten?" She met the older woman's gaze squarely. "Evelyn is Alexander's wife now, and she always will be."

Madeline's expression darkened.

"Save your schemes." Eleanor's tone turned icy. "Alexander wouldn't glance at those women you favor, and neither should you."