Chapter 335

Evelyn's gaze locked onto Genevieve, who was delicately sipping her tea.

Every shred of goodwill she might have had for that woman evaporated instantly.

She knew many opposed her relationship with Dominic due to their differing social statuses. But never had she imagined a complete stranger would demand she leave him.

"Whatever your motives, Mrs. Prescott, I won't abandon him," Evelyn stated coldly, her respect nonexistent.

Genevieve toyed elegantly with her teacup, but her words cut like knives. "Evelyn, you're newly in love. Everything seems romantic now. But love and marriage are entirely different matters. It's not just about two people - it's about two families."

"Dominic is Beatrice Lockwood's son. As her closest friend, I know she'd never accept someone like you into their household. Without parental blessings, your marriage won't last."

"What exactly can you offer the Blackwood family? With your background, you'd only be a burden..."

Evelyn's chest rose sharply. "Mrs. Prescott, our relationship is none of your concern. All that matters is our love for each other. My family background might be humble, but that's no reason to separate."

Genevieve's smile remained gentle yet razor-sharp. "You're living in a fantasy! Do you think love alone sustains marriage? Matching status isn't just about family names - it's worldviews, ambitions, finances."

"Consider Lillian's pedigree. Our family fully supports this union. We can provide T Corporation with resources to flourish."

"Lillian attended elite schools since childhood, always top of her class."

"Though in entertainment now, her education rivals Dominic's. They're perfectly matched. I'm advising you for your own good. When Dominic's infatuation fades and he realizes your incompatibility, the heartbreak will devastate you..."

Evelyn shot to her feet.

Her slender frame trembled, yet she stood unwavering.

Defiant as a storm-battered pine.

"Have you ever asked Dominic if he wants Lillian?" Evelyn challenged. "Status matters, but a loveless marriage is like a fishless pond."

"I don't know what bound you to your husband. Perhaps Mr. Prescott spoils you, shielding you from marital despair. Take it from someone who knows - forcing two unloving people together is torture. Dominic doesn't love your daughter. Would you condemn her to that misery?"

Evelyn expected anger, a dramatic check-throwing scene like cheap romances.

Instead, Genevieve remained impassive. Her gentle gaze and patient expression nearly made Evelyn doubt herself.

The realization struck - this was a politician's wife. No wonder she maintained such composure.

Noticing Evelyn's wariness, Genevieve smiled. Setting down her cup, she said gently, "My apologies for being abrupt. Lillian has admired Dominic for years - as her mother, I must advocate for her. Please don't take offense."

Her sudden amiability left Evelyn speechless. Yet the observation deck's air grew stifling.

Genevieve rose, studying Evelyn with unexpected complexity. "I won't force you. But reconsider - for your own sake. You're intelligent enough to understand the truth in my words."

After Genevieve departed, Evelyn collapsed into the wicker chair, heart aching.

She gulped the tea. Though sweet, it turned bitter on her tongue.

So Lillian Prescott wanted Dominic Blackwood. No wonder the starlet glared at her.

Thankfully, she trusted Dominic's love completely. Otherwise, Genevieve's words might have seeded doubt.

What a formidable opponent.

Evelyn sighed. Her extraordinary man certainly attracted trouble.

Downstairs in the hall...

Sylvia swirled her wine, clinking glasses with the preoccupied Genevieve. Her gaze drifted meaningfully toward the observation deck.

A solitary figure stood there, radiating loneliness.

"Sylvia, I saw you speaking with that Evelyn girl earlier. Had I not known better, I'd swear you were mother and daughter. The resemblance is uncanny - faces, figures, even mannerisms. How could two strangers mirror each other so perfectly?"

As lifelong friends, Sylvia and her husband naturally attended Old Mr. Prescott's celebration.

While mingling, Sylvia had witnessed the striking similarity between the two women on the deck.

Their proximity made the resemblance undeniable...