Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 833

Amelia stared wide–eyed at Rebecca’s furious and twisted face. The words “divorce” and “get out” left her feeling dazed and empty–headed. Confused and helpless, Amelia slowly stood up and began to walk out.

“Come back here! I’m not done yelling at you! How dare you? How dare you?! Asking your mother–in–law to sell her things–you have no shame, you filthy wretch! You dirty little thing! Rebecca shouted, her intensifying as she saw Amelia trying to leave, “Come back here! Someone grab her!”

rage

Perhaps it was due to Amelia’s trembling body and unsteady steps that resembled a fragile vase on the verge of shattering but no one dared to physically restrain her.

Instead, they urged, “Madam Amelia, please wail!”

It was as if Amelia couldn’t hear them. She continued walking, step by step, back toward her own. courtyard. However, at the end of the corridor, she caught sight of Viola, heavily pregnant and supported. by Poppy

Instinctively, Amelia took a step back, remembering how Viola had once handed her a pair of scissors. A shiver ran through her as she felt a surge of fear.

Didn’t I tell you to get seven or eight?” Viola asked, her dissatisfaction clear. “Don’t even try to tell me you don’t have the money. I discussed it with

sharp sting on her cheeks as she instinctively covered them. “30

we make it work? We’ve always managed before, haven’t we? Even when Barrett’s salary was lower,

hard. “So, you’re saying that from now on, if you contribute 30 percent, you will take care of your

mind? If I’m managing my own expenses, then why would I

a buzzing in her ears but still tried to speak to Viola as if they were

any idea how much it costs each month for all the maids and servants you keep? 30 percent won’t even cover your expenses, not to mention Mother’s medicine. Are

children, but I don’t have to? I’ve sold all my jewelry, and yet you can still eat

taste too? Fine, I’ll set some aside for you every day. I’ve never seen someone so greedy–trying to snatch royal jelly

anger and shame as she looked at Viola, who

that no

room and sat there for a long time. She didn’t touch her food or water, lost in thought until her husband, Benjamin,