?Chapter 237:


    Malcolm was familiar with the undercurrents in Foiclens. Sylvia, the true daughter of the Reed family, was the one who had driven Elena away and taken Elena’s fiancé for herself. It was apparent that Sylvia had yet to unveil Elena’s true identity to Darren.


    Malcolm suddenly broke the silence, his voice carrying an edge of indifference. “The abrupt end of the coboration between your family and the Spencers has nothing to do with me.”


    Darren’s gaze instantly hardened, shadows flickering across his face as he suspected Malcolm of throwing obstacles in his path. “Mr. Johnson, if not you, then who else could sway Mr. Spencer to cancel the coboration with my family?”


    Unfazed, Malcolm’s smile lingered, almost taunting. “Perhaps you should be asking the person standing beside you. She probably knows more than you do.”


    Confusion etched into Darren’s features as he slowly turned toward Sylvia. “Sylvia, do you have any idea why Mr. Spencer would cancel the coboration?”


    Sylvia averted her eyes, her face a mask of turmoil. Until now, she had only harbored suspicions, but Malcolm’s insinuations had turned her doubts into certainty—it was Elena’s doing.


    All this time, Sylvia had deceived Darren, fabricating stories that Elena was merely a maid in the Harper family.


    Darren, trusting Sylvia blindly, had never questioned the authenticity of these ims, unable to fathom that Elena was in fact the Harper family’s eldest daughter—a stark contrast to the humble role of a maid.


    Witnessing Sylvia’s difort, Darren pieced together the fragments of deception, his intuition telling him she was concealing a critical secret about the fallout between the Griffiths family and the Spencer family. His face set into a stern expression as he pressed, “Sylvia, what are you hiding? Tell me now.”


    Sylvia struggled to find the right words to continue her deception, the tension in the air palpable.


    Concerned that Darren might take an interest in Elena and even pursue her because of the Harper family’s formidable influence, Sylvia had cautiously kept Elena’s true identity from Darren.


    Sylvia’s concerns were well-founded. It was likely Darren would leave her without missing a beat once he learned of Elena’s identity as a Harper, since he had decisively ended his engagement with Elena when he discovered she was not rted to the Reeds by blood.


    Sylvia’s fears only deepened as she witnessed Elena’s cherished status within the Harper family and her connections to influential figures like Wesley and Malcolm. The truth became a heavier burden by the day.


    Lips pressed tightly together, Sylvia’s voice quivered as she finally spoke. “Darren, I… I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”


    A derisive snort cut through the silence, drawing Darren’s attention.


    Malcolm’s eyes twinkled with mischief as he drawled, “Oh, looks like you truly have no clue whom you have offended. Let me enlighten you—the person you’ve messed with is none other than Miss Harper.”


    “Miss Harper?” Darren’s brow furrowed in confusion. “I’ve never even crossed paths with Miss Harper. How could I possibly have offended her?”


    With a sly grin, Malcolm gestured nonchntly over Darren’s shoulder. “Why not turn around and pose that question to Miss Harper herself? She’s right behind you.”


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