Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 222

She’d already figured out from her sister’s attitude that her sister had absolutely no feelings for Dominic whatsoever.

But Dominic, on the other hand—he probably did harbor some feelings for her sister. Otherwise, why else would he have reacted the way he did when he first learned that she—Cynthia—was his fiancée? She still remembered the things he’d said back then.

Dominic noticed the look on her face, caught somewhere between speaking and holding back, and knew she must be overthinking things again.

“They never went public,” he said, as if reading her mind. “People in their circle spotted them together a few times, but neither of them ever admitted anything.”

Cynthia lowered her voice, eyes shining with curiosity. “Was that person Seymour?”

Dominic leaned in a little, their faces barely a breath apart. “I’m not telling you.”

She frowned, her delicate brows knitting together in frustration. “Why not?”

Dominic leaned back in his chair, unhurried, taking his time with his dinner.

Cynthia watched him, his calm and almost leisurely demeanor making her chest tighten with irritation.

Dominic glanced at her, noting her flustered expression, and finally put his fork down. His voice was cool and even. “Even if I told you, what would it change?”

That stopped her. Cynthia fell silent.

Dominic looked at her lowered gaze, her posture suddenly meek, and his tone softened a little. “Sometimes, knowing less is a blessing. Why trouble yourself over things you can’t change?”

Cynthia took a deep breath, steadying her nerves. He was right.

Neither she nor her sister could change any of it.

Ever since their grandfather passed away, the Tremaines’ influence had slowly faded. People moved on quickly; the warmth faded with the loss.

Terrance cared only about scheming for the family fortune and never once truly stood with her sister.

Now, in the Capital, every prominent family had deep roots and vast resources—except the Tremaines. Her sister was left to hold things together alone, and everyone wanted a piece of them, everyone took their turn stepping on them.

And as for Cynthia herself, it seemed the only thing she could do was cling tightly to Dominic, hoping to borrow his strength and give the Tremaines a little breathing room.

“Are you still eating?” she asked, her voice calm again as she noticed Dominic had put his fork down.

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