Chapter 61: The Attitude of Casimir
“When she said she wanted to fight Samuel to the death, she became a stranger to me,” Waverly said.
Alaric said solemnly, “Casimir, whatever happened between you and Raylee is in the past. Let it go. Waverly is right. You’re her fiancé. It’s inappropriate to help another woman against our family.”
Harriet advised, “Casimir, please stop interfering in our family matters. I don’t want it to affect our relationship.”
Raylee was surprised by Casimir’s attitude. He had always been calm and indifferent. Yet, he defied the Goodridge family for Raylee. His actions were inexplicable. Raylee couldn’t understand his mindset. Four years ago, he’d shown no feelings for her; now, since her release from prison, he seemed to have developed them. Was it protectiveness? He hadn't favored her cheerful demeanor before; perhaps her misery had attracted him. Regardless, she knew he would never truly like her. Though grateful for his defense, she couldn't forget his involvement in her imprisonment years ago; that hatred would last a lifetime.
Just as Casimir was about to retort, Raylee interrupted, “Mr. Sutherland, I appreciate you standing up for me, but this is my concern. Please don't interfere. Four years ago, I endured imprisonment alone; four years later, I can face these challenges.”
His words left Casimir speechless. He had deeply wounded her. The joy he'd felt vanished.
Unwilling to relent, Casimir asked, “Are you blaming me for interfering? Do you not want my help?”
Raylee shook her head. “Yes.”
“Fine,” he said. “I was punished for doing the right thing. From now on, whatever happens to you, I won’t interfere. I don’t want to be called a busybody again.”
Casimir stormed out. “Casimir, wait for me!” Waverly cried, wiping her tears and running after him.
Raylee glanced at the Goodridge family, her gaze finally settling on Samuel. “Indeed, I’m pleased. First, Jeremiah’s support; now, Casimir’s. We’ll see how this plays out,” Raylee warned, leaving the private room.
Harriet cried, “Raylee, please don’t go…” but Raylee ignored her.
At the far end of the room, Raylee saw Waverly sobbing uncontrollably before Casimir, who regarded her indifferently, not even offering a tissue. Raylee didn't know what they discussed, but Casimir’s actions spoke volumes. Waverly’s current situation mirrored Raylee’s four years prior – receiving the cold shoulder. No matter Waverly’s attempts, Casimir remained unmoved. Raylee was confused. Weren't they getting along well? Why did Casimir suddenly side with her?
Raylee breathed deeply. If only he’d been kind then, their engagement wouldn't have been broken, she wouldn't have been imprisoned, and they might have children. She shook her head, dismissing the fantasy. Leaving the restaurant, she hailed a cab to Goodridge Manor.
Vera noticed cake stains on Raylee’s clothes. “Did you just come from your mother’s birthday party? I couldn’t attend due to my health, but I’m glad your visit eased family tensions.” Vera was unaware of the psychiatric hospital matter; Raylee dared not mention it, fearing it would upset her. Despite her resentment, Vera hoped for family harmony. So, Raylee lied, saying she’d spent days with Jeremiah and rushed back for Harriet’s birthday.
Vera was delighted. “Oh my, I’ll have a great-grandchild soon!”
Raylee smiled radiantly. “Grandma, do you want a great-grandchild?”
Vera’s expression softened. “Raylee, I know you suffered in prison. Your health may make conceiving difficult. Don’t worry; let nature take its course.”
Raylee nodded, trying to reassure her. “Grandma, it’s not as bad as you think. I’ll do my best.”
After dinner, Raylee returned to her room.