Chapter 612 - 609: Only the Foot Knows if the Shoe Fits

Chapter 612: Chapter 609: Only the Foot Knows if the Shoe Fits

Several more days passed. During that time, Sarah Shelby returned to her classes at school, but she always had a few people tailing her.

Whenever Clara Grant went to the classroom to find her, or even just ran into her on campus and tried to say hello, she would be driven away by the men at Sarah’s side.

Those men had been sent by Ewan Stratton to follow Sarah, ostensibly to "protect" the family’s future young mistress.

The other students at school were actually quite envious. They marveled at how lucky the two best friends, Clara Grant and Sarah Shelby, were. Both seemed destined to become the young mistresses of prominent families.

Clara Grant, of course, was the young mistress of the Quinn Family, the most prominent family in Novaria. And Sarah Shelby was doing quite well for herself too—she wasn’t even married yet, and already she had a whole entourage "protecting" her every day.

But Clara knew perfectly well that it wasn’t protection—it was surveillance in disguise. ’Are they afraid Sarah will run from the wedding? Or that someone might talk her out of it?’

Regardless, Clara couldn’t stand it any longer.

Every time Clara saw Sarah, her friend’s seemingly indifferent but truly hopeless expression made her own heart ache.

The more her heart ached, the more desperate she became to meet Ewan Stratton and rescue Sarah from his clutches.

Thankfully, that day, Seth Quinn finally told her that Ewan Stratton had accepted his invitation and agreed to a meeting.

Clara actually had a class that afternoon—a very important one. But for the sake of meeting Ewan Stratton, she bit the bullet and requested a leave of absence.

As before, Ewan Stratton had chosen the location: a tea manor.

When Seth Quinn and Clara arrived, Clara found the tea manor’s atmosphere elegant and serene. The rich aroma of tea filled the air, creating a surprisingly comfortable feeling.

Still, she couldn’t help but complain internally. ’Their last meeting was in a teahouse, and now this is a tea manor. Just how much could one man love tea?’

’Besides, weren’t tea lovers supposed to be peaceful and tranquil people? But Ewan Stratton... according to the rumors, isn’t he a ruthless, impatient, and eccentric man?’

’Could someone like that really appreciate tea?’

Snarky thoughts aside, when Clara saw Ewan Stratton in person, she was still a little taken aback.

The man before her had a serene expression and composed movements. He looked suave and debonair, and she couldn’t sense any of the rumored hostility from him at all!

Ewan Stratton prepared the tea at an unhurried pace, showing no intention of being the first to speak.

Clara couldn’t bear it any longer and spoke first. "Mr. Stratton, I’m sure you know why I’m here, so I won’t beat around the bush. I’m asking you to please call off the engagement with Sarah. She really isn’t right for you."

Ewan Stratton set down the teapot. He looked up, his gaze drifting through the curling steam toward Clara, and a faint smile touched his lips. "For the esteemed young mistress of the Quinn Family to ask a favor of me... by all rights, I should grant it."

A flicker of hope ignited in Clara’s heart, but in the next second, Ewan Stratton continued, "However, how could I allow others to meddle in the matter of my own marriage? You have your reasons for this meeting, and I have mine.

Your purpose is to have me call off the engagement with my fiancée. My purpose, on the other hand, was to see for myself this so-called ’best friend’ of hers.

Mrs. Quinn, you just said my fiancée isn’t right for me? You’re not a party to this, so how would you know? There’s an old saying: only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches. Whether or not we are a good match is something only we can know for ourselves.

Outsiders have no say in the matter, and that includes her so-called ’best friend.’ So, it would be best if you, Mrs. Quinn, refrained from involving yourself in our affairs from now on."