The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 156

All these years, since marrying into the Everly family, Salome had never once felt cared for by anyone-not a single member of the Carmichaels had ever shown her kindness. And now, when things finally came to a head, it was her seventeen- year-old niece who stood up for her. The memory of her niece fiercely defending her, landing punch after punch on Derrick, made Salome's eyes sting with emotion.

Meanwhile, Noah and Mabel had already helped Derrick to his feet. Seeing his son so badly beaten, Noah's face darkened, his aged voice trembling with barely restrained anger. "Who are you, barging into the Everly household like this?"

Worried her niece would be blamed, Salome stepped forward and shielded her, locking eyes with Noah as she replied coldly, "She's my niece."

Noah narrowed his eyes, his glare razor-sharp as he turned it on Salome. "Salome, what's the meaning of bringing your niece here to cause trouble? And letting her beat my son like this-what exactly are you after?"

Salome had endured enough after all these years. For the first time, she met Noah's challenge head-on, her voice icy and unflinching. "It was your son who hit me first. My niece was only defending me. Mrs. Everly, surely you know what kind of man your son truly is?"

ever, as if nothing had happened. "Don't forget, Salome-it's because you can't have children that my son ended up like this. If you'd given us a grandson, he wouldn't have had to look elsewhere, let alone

onto Salome, just as she always did. This excuse had always gotten Salome to back down, and Noah expected it would

eyes flickered; at Noah's words, her face went

aunt's hand tremble in hers.

assumed victory and opened

sure my aunt can't have children?" Just moments ago, Citrine had checked Salome's pulse; although a bit weak, there was nothing to suggest

been married to her for seven years now, and she still hasn't given the Everly family a grandson. Isn't that proof

her eyes on Noah, her gaze sharp as a blade. "Having a child isn't solely a woman's responsibility. Why are you so sure my aunt's

course-why had she never thought of that? For years, she'd blamed herself, seeking out every specialist she could find, trying every old wives' remedy, but nothing had helped. Citrine's words suddenly shattered

with her, then it had