Andrew seemed hesitant but pressed on, “Have you given any thought to our earlier conversation?”


    When silence was my only response, he prodded, “I’m referring to the favor of you acting as my betrothed.


    ”


    I found myself without words.


    The question loomedrge.


    Truth be told, assisting Andrew was far from appealing, given Shirley’s antics and Veronica’s inaction.


    Yet, Caleb’s incident this morning had tipped the scales in Andrew’s favor.


    “No!” Ivy sensed my emotions.


    “Don’t rush into an agreement.


    We’ve only glimpsed what looks like betrayal from Caleb.


    The full story remains untold.


    Could we be misreading the signs?”


    Skepticismced my voice as I replied, “After what’s transpired, is there truly room for doubt?”


    Fraught with concern, Ivy urged, “If you hastily consent, it’ll tether you to Andrew’s side, away from the pack and your children.


    Think of Dn and Elena.


    Have you weighed the impact on them?”


    Ivy’s caution gave me pause.


    My disdain for Caleb lingered, yet our children deserved no part in the strife.


    I took a moment before speaking to Andrew.


    “The stakes are high.


    I need time to deliberate.


    ”


    He respected my need for space, nodding in agreement.


    “Of course, I’ll await your decision.


    ”


    With a gesture of farewell, he offered, “Rest up, Debra.


    I’ll seek you out once I can.


    May joy find you.


    ”


    I expressed my gratitude with a nod.


    “I appreciate it, truly.


    ”


    Andrew left with a subtle smile, a silent promise of return hanging in the air.


    Debra’s POV:


    As soon as I returned to my room, before I could even lie down, a servant, having received earlier instructions, brought my daughter to me.


    “Debra, Mr.


    Pierce asked me to bring Abby to you,” the maid said with a pleasant smile.


    “He mentioned you’ve been missing her and wanted to see her as soon as possible.Belongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.


    She’s had a good nap; there’s no need to worry.


    ”


    She then carefully ced Abby into my arms.


    “Thank you.


    ” My gratitude was tinged withplex emotions.


    The demeanor of the servants often mirrored that of their master.


    Initially, upon my arrival, the staff were polite yet distant, perhaps viewing me with a measure of disdain.


    However, as time passed and they observed Andrew’s respectful treatment towards me, their attitudes shifted to one of genuine respect.


    I had to acknowledge, Andrew was unlike other pureblood witches; he did not harbor the same prejudices against mixed-blood witches and treated us with sincerity.