Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry 833

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

took a step back, remembering how Viola had once handed her a pair

of this? Why did you only buy two Evergreen Pills? 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 Barrett last night. You’ll be managing the household from now on, and Barrett will contribute 30

regain some of her rationality, only to feel a sharp sting on her cheeks as she instinctively covered them. “30 percent? Why is it 30 percent? Everyone else is contributing

before, haven’t we? Even when Barrett’s salary was lower, we still made

on, if you contribute 30

you out of your mind? If I’m managing my own

her ears but still tried to speak to Viola as if they

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

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

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

and shame as she looked at Viola, who radiated confidence and wealth, starkly contrasting her

she felt that

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

door, his mom’s servants had called for him and launched into a scathing recap of events. It was only