Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 280

“Sorry.”

Dominic looked at her, a hint of irritation flickering in his eyes as he spoke in a low, even tone.

“For your sister, love is the least important thing in her life. She doesn’t care about them as much as you think, so don’t let yourself get carried away on her behalf.”

Cynthia had no idea what had really happened between her sister and Seymour.

Seeing Dominic’s attitude, she could only nod obediently.

Just then, Seymour spotted them across the room. Catching Dominic’s eye, he made his way over with Vicky, greeting them with a friendly nod.

“Garry and Nathan Guthrie headed out to the backyard,” he said.

Dominic nodded, his voice calm as he offered congratulations. “Congrats. Happy engagement.”

Seymour clapped Dominic on the shoulder. “Too many guests tonight—I won’t have much time to hang out with you guys. Hope you don’t mind.”

Dominic shrugged. “Of course not. Go do your thing.”

While Seymour and Dominic talked, Vicky stood beside her fiancé with a radiant, contented smile, quietly holding his arm. Her gaze wandered curiously to Cynthia’s face, and she paused in surprise.

“Wait... Are you Cynthia?”

It made sense that Vicky wasn’t sure. Cynthia had left the city at seventeen, and a lot had changed since then.

Besides, who would have guessed Cynthia would show up tonight—and with Dominic, no less?

With a gentle, polite smile, Cynthia stepped forward and offered her hand. “Congratulations, Vicky. It’s been a while.”

Seymour glanced at Vicky, then turned his attention to Cynthia. From a distance, he’d noticed Dominic had brought a woman but hadn’t asked—Dominic hadn’t introduced her, and it wasn’t his place to pry.

Now, up close, Seymour noticed the faint resemblance between Cynthia and Juliet. For a brief moment, something unreadable flickered in his eyes before he smoothed it away.

Even though he’d already guessed the answer, he still asked, “And you are...?”

“Nick, let’s go say hi together.”

He glanced down at her, noticing the warmth and brightness of her smile. With a slight lift of his brow, he turned to Seymour. “We’ll head in first.”

Seymour nodded. “Go ahead.”

As Cynthia walked off with Dominic, she looked back at Vicky and smiled. “Vicky, when my sister arrives, could you tell her I’m inside?”

Vicky was caught off guard by Cynthia’s respectful tone, the same as always. It left her with a strange, unsettled feeling, but she nodded quietly. “Of course.”

After responding, she turned to look at Seymour. He stood there, head bowed, lost in thought.

Maybe he, too, felt that sting—the unease of realizing Juliet had never mentioned her history with him to her only sister.

Did that mean they didn’t matter to her? Or did she just never care in the first place?