Chapter 1578: Chapter 1678

Andrew’s analysis gave me pause for thought.

Indeed, he was correct; there truly seemed to be no downside to the engagement party for me.

Observing my indecision, Andrew reassured, “Debra, I assure you, I won’t play games with you.

Even with this engagement party, I won’t bind you to me.

While I do hold you in high regard, I value your sincere consent above all.

”

He emphasized, “I respect your choice completely.

”

Silence enveloped me.

Given Andrew’s unwavering integrity, there was simply no motive for him to deceive me.

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“Ivy, should I acquiesce to this?” I found myself adrift in uncertainty.

Surprisingly, Ivy didn’t advocate for refusal this time.

Her heart was shattered by Caleb.

“Sweetheart, if you feel inclined to agree, then do so.

I’ll stand by you, no matter what path you choose.

”

After a brief moment of contemplation, I ultimately acquiesced to Andrew’s request.

“Alright, let’s proceed.

”

“Thank you, Debra.

” A gentle smile graced Andrew’s face as he conveyed his heartfelt gratitude.

“Thank you for your kindness and willingness to stand by my side, even in confronting Shirley and her mother.

”

With a calm demeanor, I shook my head and replied, “It’s nothing, really.

”

Yet, inexplicably, a sad mood settled upon me.

Logically, I should have felt joyous after lending a helping hand, but inexplicably, happiness eluded me in that moment.

Was it due to encountering too many distressing events today?

With a blend of emotions, I trailed Andrew back to the manor.

The moment we passed through the gate, Nora rushed forward to greet us, brimming with enthusiasm.

“Debra!” Nora’s excitement indicated she had been waiting eagerly.

She rushed up to me with concern, asking, “Debra, where did you go today? Why are you back so Late?”

I hesitated, memories of the chilling events at the Thorn Edge Pack flooding my mind along with the source of my heartache and tears, Caleb.

I struggled to find the words to respond.

Furthermore, I had to uphold the facade of my engagement to Andrew.

After a moment of reflection, I opted not to address Nora’s question and shifted the conversation, asking, “I’ve been away for quite some time.

How’s Abby doing?”

Honestly, I felt a touch of nervousness.

I feared Nora might press further, and I was reluctant to deceive her with falsehoods.

“Abby has been exceptionally well-behaved, she didn’t fuss or cry and is now peacefully asleep,” Nora replied in a soothing tone.

A sense of relief washed over me, and I let out a sigh.