Chapter 675
Chapter 675:
“So, what do you say to my proposal? Can you comply?” Paisley asked, her hand resting on her forehead, an air of superiority surrounding her, as if she had just proposed an act of charity.
Candice keenly discerned the message conveyed by Paisley’s eyes. It mirrored the treatment of servants by their master, filled with condescension and occasional acts of generosity. She was expected to feel indebted.
The notion was both ludicrous and oddly alluring. To everyone’s surprise, the hidden truth of the noble family proved to be incredibly tarnished. Paisley’s account was probably drawn from her own life, a miniature representation of the Olson family. Sigrid seemed to lead a life that everyone envied, yet there was a scandalous reality hidden behind it. Numerous siblings from various mothers were testimony to her father’s long list of mistresses.
“Mrs. Olson,” Candice scoffed. “Your revelations tonight have indeed been quite enlightening. Apologies, but although not as affluent as nobility, my family holds its own wealth. The bond between my parents was sincere love. Their daily routine consisted of leaving for work early in the morning and returning almost simultaneously in the evening. Every day, my father would whip up scrumptious meals for my mother. Their smiles exchanged were heartwarming. They spent weekends together, basking in the sunlight and witnessing the sunset in our backyard. Their life was tranquil and content.”
Paisley’s face showed a flicker of emotion. Such a life was foreign to her since her marriage into the Olson family. Her husband’s numerous mistresses and her daily engagement in plotting left her with no time to enjoy simple pleasures like watching a sunset.
Taking a moment, Candice resumed, “My parents taught me that having sufficient wealth is adequate. Regardless of the grandeur of the house, it remains filled with loneliness in the absence of a living soul. No matter how valuable the jewels or clothes, they are just adornments for an empty soul.”
Suddenly, she rose to her feet, stating, “I’m sorry. The idea of becoming a part of the Lopez family never crossed my mind. Mr. Lopez is merely a significant client. I have no interest in meddling in the squabbles of aristocratic families, nor do I have any intention of taking on your case. In the coming days, I will sort out the affairs concerning Milton and myself. You needn’t concern yourself with this matter.”
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Paisley’s complexion shifted to an eerie white. To her, providing the most enticing proposition was a divine gift. The union between the Olson and Lopez families would lead to the consolidation and redistribution of their shares. To secure Candice as an ally, while potentially reaping the greatest rewards, was a maneuver that bore no risk for her. But for the moment, she kept her plans a secret from Sigrid, who was still too young to appreciate the benefits. In time, love would fade away, leaving behind only wealth and prestige.
But her surprise was palpable when Candice turned down the alluring promise of substantial gains with resolve. She stood up, her gaze frosty as she fixed it on Candice. Despite her annoyance, her seasoned demeanor prevailed as she said, “Young lady, your defiance is not unexpected. Whether you wish to join the Lopez family or not, I suggest you keep a clear head if you aspire to become Milton’s wife. It’s only natural for a man like Milton to have a sexual partner at his age. He has energy to burn, after all. But let me tell you, when the time comes, he will certainly choose a marriage that suits his interests. Relax. Take your time to ponder my advice. Once you’ve made up your mind, feel free to approach me. One day, you will seek me out. I’ve seen your kind before.”
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