"Cynthia, Call Off the Marriage!"

"Hmm?" Cynthia looked up at Old Mr. Quinn.

Old Mr. Quinn's once cloudy eyes were clearer than ever. He put aside his usual kindness and gentleness, looking at her seriously. "Every step in life is crucial. When you're young, with hot blood running through your veins, you might think everything is under your control. But some things are beyond your ability to bear."

"Do you know that one wrong step can be irreparable?"

Cynthia pursed her lips and silently put down the water cup in her hand.

At this moment, Henry timely spoke, "Cynthia, call off the marriage!"

This was the third person to say so. Cynthia couldn't understand why everyone was advising her to call off the wedding.

Long-standing suspicions that lingered in her heart surged. She raised her gaze, looking at her eldest uncle, Henry, with a complex expression.

Henry sensed her gaze, slowly lifted his eyes, and met Cynthia's. "Cynthia, let me tell you. The Quinns are firmly against this marriage."

Firmly against...