Chapter 1297:

Pearce’s earlier accounts of Jayden echoed in Felicia’s mind. Though he had been neither cruel nor kind as Elyse’s husband, her granddaughter had endured countless silent struggles during their marriage. By the time Felicia learned of the details, the divorce was already final, leaving her powerless to intervene. Now, witnessing Jayden’s persistence in pursuing Elyse despite their divorce, anger flared within her. Elyse had suffered through a troubled marriage without protection once before—this time would be different. Felicia resolved to stand guard.

“Mrs. Benson,” Jayden addressed her with calculated respect, “misunderstandings cloud my relationship with Elyse. I ask only for a chance to mend what’s broken between us.”

“Nonsense!” Felicia lifted her chin defiantly. “The Owen family may command influence, but the Bensons stand their ground. If you truly desire Elyse’s hand, prove your worth!”

Pearce shifted uncomfortably between them, attempting to diffuse the rising tension. “Please, this should be Elyse’s choice. If she wishes to give Jayden another chance, we must respect that.”

“Absolutely not!” Felicia bristled. “Do you suggest I don’t have Elyse’s best interests at heart?” Her voice grew more impassioned. “She’s my granddaughter, and I won’t watch her happiness crumble twice!” She pointed at Jayden. “You are not the one to bring her joy!”

Discomfort lined Elyse’s features as she carefully considered her response. “My happiness isn’t yours to determine,” she stated, her tone measured and calm. Turning to Felicia, she continued with gentle firmness, “Grandma, I’ve always charted my own course. I take full responsibility for my choices—including my marriage.” Elyse offered a graceful bow and a composed smile. “It’s growing late, and work awaits tomorrow. Please rest early.”

With that, she gathered her dress and departed alongside Chloe. Jayden bid Felicia farewell before hastening after them.

Felicia remained frozen, her thoughts swirling as the reality slowly dawned on her. “Have I angered Elyse?” she asked softly.

Pearce exhaled heavily, his expression reflective as silence settled between them.

“Grandma, marriage is deeply personal. Your recent connection to Elyse doesn’t grant you authority over her choices.”

Hurt flickered across Felicia’s features as she defended herself. “I only want to protect her. The Owen family’s power brings complications. Most would jump at such a connection, but at what cost?” She released a heavy sigh. “Elyse had no one watching over her marriage, no one to shield her. She fell prey to the wrong man. Now that she’s free, should mere sentiment drive her back?”

Felicia clutched her chest in remorse, silently cursing her delayed presence in Elyse’s life, unable to spare her from Jayden’s influence.

Recognizing Felicia’s stubborn concern, Pearce spoke gently. “Elyse learns and grows from her choices. Her independent spirit impresses me—like a wildflower, she blooms most brilliantly when free.”

“You call it freedom,” Felicia murmured, her voice laced with regret. “But I see a child left to weather storms alone.” . . .