Chapter 126: Chapter 126



“I think you must have lost your mind!” Amara shoved Joelle away, her voice filled with disdain. “What revenge are you talking about? You were lucky enough to marry Adrian!”

“Madam!”

Joelle stumbled back a few steps, only kept from falling by Leah’s quick support.

Faced with such an unreasonable mother-in-law, she found herself at a loss for words.

If Amara had so much faith in her son, there was no point in trying to seek justice from her.

“Amara, I’m not feeling well. I won’t be able to entertain you today. Please go home.”

“You think I want to see your face?” Amara snapped, taking a few steps away before suddenly turning back, her eyes dark and ominous. “By the way, what did the doctor say after your miscarriage?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did they say whether you can still get pregnant? How long will it take?”

Even Leah couldn’t stay silent any longer. “Madam, she just lost her baby!”

“So what? She has to have a baby sooner or later. I need to know the facts.”

Joelle met her gaze with an emotionless stare. “The doctor said my chances of getting pregnant again are very slim. My health is poor, and the child Adrian forced me to abort may have been the only one I could ever have.”

Amara said nothing more and left with a sullen face.

Leah, her eyes brimming with tears, helped Joelle sit down, sobbing. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea it would come to this!”

“It’s okay. I don’t blame you. I know you were only trying to help me and Adrian.”

Leah quickly wiped away her tears. “I’ll go find Adrian right now!”

“There’s no need.” Joelle’s hand rested heavily on the arm of the sofa.

A cool breeze drifted in, making her shiver. The coldness seemed to seep into her bones. Amara had shown her true colors, caring only about whether she could bear a child.

Joelle closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there was a steely resolve in her gaze.

“Leah, listen carefully. There’s no hope for Adrian and me. I will divorce him, no matter what. If you continue trying to bring us back together, I’ll have no choice but to see you as an enemy.”

“I understand!” Leah nodded gravely.

Though she had been sent by the Miller family, living with Joelle had shown her the harsh treatment Joelle endured.

She couldn’t bear to see Joelle suffer any longer. “But Irene will find out sooner or later. Have you thought about how to handle that?”

Joelle’s smile was bitter. “Do you really think Irene and Amara would let a woman who can’t have children stay?”

Leah suddenly realized the truth. “You told her that on purpose?”

Joelle sighed. “Not exactly. It’s highly unlikely I’ll ever conceive again.”

Leah was left speechless, the weight of Joelle’s words settling heavily between them.

Meanwhile, Amara returned to the Miller Mansion, where Lyla was already in tears, pleading her case to Irene.

“Mom,” Quincy began, “No matter how reckless Spencer was, he wouldn’t do something like this. It’s all Adrian’s doing—he’s framing Spencer!”

Lyla’s cries grew more desperate. “Spencer has been wrongly accused this time! It was Joelle who got pregnant with someone else’s child. Adrian didn’t want the child and got rid of it. He blames my son for the loss!”

Katie chimed in, her voice thick with emotion. “Grandma, my brother has suffered so much in there. He’s lost a lot of weight. Please, let him out!”

Irene remained silent, though her breathing was labored, her chest rising and falling rapidly as if she might cough up blood at any moment.

Amara, observing the scene, finally spoke. “You all certainly have a way with words. Fiona saw Spencer push Joelle into the water with her own eyes. Isn’t that attempted murder?”

Quincy shot back, “Amara, I know you’ve never liked Spencer, but he didn’t even know Joelle was pregnant that day!”

“Then what do you say about Spencer’s actions against Joelle?” Amara pressed.

Lyla stepped forward. “Amara, it takes two to tango. If Joelle hadn’t enticed my son, he wouldn’t have had anything to do with her. She’s the one to blame!”

“Enough!” Irene’s voice cut through the room as she slammed her hand on the table and rose to her feet, glaring at Lyla. “I’ll make my own judgments about Joelle. But let’s not forget how many wrongs Spencer has committed over the years. Do you want me to list them all and make you lose face completely?”

Quincy pleaded, “Mom, didn’t you hear what Katie said? Spencer has suffered a lot in there—he’s even lost weight.”

Irene sat back down, stifling a light cough. “Let him stay a few more days. It won’t kill him. And I don’t want to hear another word in his defense!”

The room fell silent, no one daring to speak further.

Lyla could only clutch Katie’s hand, her sobs now muted. Across from her, Amara sneered, “Why the tears? Isn’t this the fine son you raised?”

Irene, her gaze sharp, addressed Amara again. “Don’t get too comfortable, Amara. Where is Adrian while all of this is happening?”

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