Caspian Rhodes strained to listen, but at that critical moment, several elders called him over, and he helplessly missed his chance to learn the truth.
Perhaps sensing the shock and panic in Arabella Donovan's voice, Hector Donovan asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"...N-no... I'm fine."
On the outside, Arabella Donovan appeared calm as a summer breeze, but on the inside, she was already screaming her head off.
'Oh, crap. It looks like this one is really about me!'
Hector Donovan's expression flickered, and a sudden sense of foreboding washed over him.
Sure enough, in the next second, he heard his little sister drop a bombshell.
'Crap, why is this my birth chart? In other words, the person who exchanged marriage horoscopes with Mr. Rhodes is...'
'Turns out I'm the poor sap? You really can't get too smug. Even just spectating, the drama can land right on your own head. Unbelievable!'
