When the Dead Still Call novel Chapter 390

**Title: Broken by Destiny by George Orwell 390**
**Chapter 390: Clueless Whitney**

In a quick flurry of agreement, someone chimed in, “Yes, that’s absolutely true. This ending is better for everyone involved.”

Sabrina, ever the epitome of composure and adept at masking her true feelings, felt a surge of frustration bubbling beneath the surface at Whitney’s bizarre yet seemingly logical assertions.

Her expression morphed, the corners of her mouth tightening as a shadow crossed her features. The rhythm of her breathing became erratic, each inhalation a struggle.

When had she ever shown any dissatisfaction with this engagement?

When had she ever conveyed that Jeremy was anything less than admirable in her eyes?

And when had she ever suggested that she needed to marry someone from the same profession?

This was nothing but a figment of Whitney’s imagination, a projection of her own desires!

Yet, with the words spoken so openly in front of the gathering crowd, Sabrina found herself trapped.

Finished.

If she refuted Whitney’s claims, it would paint her as someone desperate to marry into the Curran family, as if Jeremy were her only option.

Sabrina had been raised in privilege; she would never stoop to such a level of humiliation.

Amelia, observing the exchange with keen interest, noted every fleeting change in Sabrina’s demeanor. A smirk tugged at her lips as she found the situation amusing.

Were Whitney and her son really that oblivious?

Did they genuinely fail to see the discomfort radiating from Sabrina?

No, it was more than mere discomfort. She looked as if the very sky might crash down upon her.

Whether Whitney was truly unaware of the tension, Amelia couldn’t determine.

But one thing was crystal clear: Jeremy was fully aware of the impact his presence had on Sabrina.

From the way her expression shifted and how her gaze darted toward him, it was evident—Sabrina held deep feelings for him.

“Uh—Whitney, that’s not what I meant … I—I—I … ”

Brielle’s anxiety surged as panic set in. She wanted to clarify and rectify Whitney’s misunderstanding, but her nerves rendered her tongue-tied.

All the usual boldness that characterized her arguments vanished in an instant, leaving her utterly speechless.

“Brielle, stop talking.” Sabrina finally interjected, her voice firm yet laced with urgency.

Things had already spiraled into chaos. The more they spoke, the deeper the hole they dug. Silence, she believed, was their safest option.

“That’s right,” Whitney chirped, her tone upbeat. “Look, Sabrina just told you to be quiet. That means she agrees with what I’ve said.”

Turning to Sabrina, she flashed a bright smile. “Don’t worry, Sabrina. I’ll introduce you to someone even better, someone more suitable for you.”

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