My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244 Weighing Futures

Chapter 244 Weighing Futures

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Meryl answered with patient candor. “Given your stance then, I understood. We all follow our family’s line, do we not? Yet where Fiona’s marriage is concerned, I cannot decide so quickly. I know Lord Soren is the ideal groom, but my daughter may not be blessed enough for such a match.”

Declining such an offer, she reminded herself, required praising her own child first.

“Do you have reservations, Mdm. Meryl?” Penelope asked, brows lifting just a shade.

Meryl’s lips curved politely. “To speak plainly, someone else already feels suitable in my mind.”

“Have the birth horoscopes been exchanged yet?” Penelope pressed, letting the question hover between them like incense smoke.

Honesty left Meryl no room to maneuver. She shook her head. “Not as yet.”

Penelope noted that answer and let a mellow laugh unwind. “Then it isn’t truly at the marriage stage–only a pleasant impression. The Zonfrillo Estate stands ready with earnest intent. Believe me or not, as a future mother–in–law I am not difficult. Soren is my only son. His wife will be cherished as a daughter of my own. Fiona’s temperament and mine would fit naturally.”

Meryl–remembering her own unyielding mother–in–law–doubted every comforting word, yet she dared not offend the estate. “Then we shall consult Fiona’s wishes,” she answered, choosing caution over candor.

“Ideally everyone from our household would be present today,” Penelope added, anxious to show respect. “But Broadmoor still needs tending. My eldest and second sons remained there, and my sister–in–law hurried north to care for my wounded brother–in–law. Thus our gathering is smaller than it should be.”

She offered the explanation quickly, as though fearing Meryl might suspect negligence.

Meryl’s concern slipped out. “General Zonfrillo was injured?”

Penelope waved a restrained hand. “Soldiers are no strangers to wounds. Besides, the time apart was long–this gives husband and wife a chance to reunite.”

Distance between spouses is hard to bear, Meryl mused, weighing the facts. Lord Soren spends months in Broadmoor as well. When I compare the two men, Soren loses some shine. A title alone cannot shield a daughter. If affection cools, and his family’s power looms too large, how much grievance must she swallow? Even we of her blood might be powerless to help.

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Lost in calculation, Meryl looked up just in time to see Fiona returning side by side with Soren down the garden path.

Both wore expressions that seemed, to a casual eye, perfectly composed.

Yet what appeared tranquil to Meryl struck Penelope differently. In her gaze, something unsettled flickered behind Soren’s calm, like wind ruffling water beneath a thin crust of ice.

Fiona dipped into a graceful curtsey, her voice soft yet resolute. “Thank you, Lord Soren, for your generosity.”

“Return to your residence and get some rest,” Soren said, the faint arch of his brow suggesting a weariness that mirrored hers. “One look at you, and I can see you hardly slept.”

Behind the casual remark lingered a note of self–mockery, as though he chided himself more than her. She knew the real reason for her sleepless night: hours spent rehearsing, again and again, how to tell him they must end this entanglement.

With a final bow, Fiona and Meryl withdrew, their slippers whispering down the polished corridor.

Penelope watched them go, her own composure cracking into mild confusion. “So we wait for another visit?” she murmured.

“There is no need,” Soren answered without turning, his cloak sweeping the marble tiles as he strode away.

Only a handful of days had passed before word reached Fiona that Xavier had returned to Jexburgh. His very first discovery upon entering the study at the Luthor Estate was that the tiny portrait he had sketched had utterly vanished.

When the steward arrived, he found his young master still buried in official documents, ink drying on his fingertips.

“While I was away, did anyone enter this study?” Xavier asked, eyes flicking up even as his pen kept moving.

At first the steward shook his head. “No one, sir.” But then a recollection flashed across his face. “Except–Ms. Fiona came to see Mrs. Luthor during her illness and asked to borrow a book from the shelves.”

Xavier lowered his eyes to the parchment again, responding only with a curt hum, as though the matter meant nothing at all.

Fiona sat alone in the garden’s dappled shade, the missing portrait now safely balanced on her

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