Chapter 162



Hidden in the room, Kallie watched the scene unfold, her hand clamped over her mouth in shock.

Disbelief washed over her. It seemed Boris had been acting under Jake’s command all along.

This baffled her. Why would Jake orchestrate such schemes? She had thought the disputes were only between Jake and her, yet Brent was being dragged into this without any fault of his own.

Fuming, Kallie felt a strong urge to confront Jake right then.

However, she paused, her thoughts racing. Given Jake’s volatile nature, mentioning Brent could only fuel his rage further. Predicting his unpredictable reactions was impossible.

Opting for a safer approach, Kallie resolved to discreetly warn Brent to be wary of both Boris and Jake.

Once Jake and his group were out of sight, Kallie cautiously left her hiding spot.

By then, it was already too late. The doctors had been dismissed.

Kallie questioned the servants about the visit, yet none could or would provide any information.

Uncertain whether their ignorance was genuine or feigned, Kallie fretted over what lay ahead.

Suddenly, the atmosphere changed as a spirited female voice echoed through the entrance. “Jake, how could you? If I don’t seek you, you never bother. And if you want to avoid my wrath, you’d better find a way to make amends.”

Sarah, dressed in a striking red gown, stormed in and caught sight of Kallie.

Kallie tried to ignore Sarah and turned to leave, but Sarah was not about to let Kallie slip away so easily.

Stepping forward, Sarah blocked Kallie’s path. “Kallie,” she said, her voice cold, her smile chilling. “It’s been a while.”

Sarah’s gaze was laced with blatant animosity. The memories of that desolate place she’d been sent to were still fresh in her mind.

Sarah felt she had thought it through. There was no way Jake could be indifferent toward her. It had to be Kallie stirring up drama. Being Jake’s wife, Kallie’s actions could influence public opinion.

In Sarah’s eyes, Jake was blameless. So was she. If anyone should be blamed, it was Kallie.

Kallie met Sarah’s gaze with a frosty stare and motioned for Sarah to step aside.

Sarah, undeterred, folded her arms and her demeanor grew even more defiant. “Didn’t expect this, huh? After all this time, I’m the one standing tall. Just look at yourself. You repulse people. It just proves you were always meant to be beneath me.”

Kallie arched an eyebrow and gestured that she had already decided to divorce Jake, implying Sarah could leave her be.

Sarah struggled to understand Kallie’s gestures, but she grasped the mention of “divorce.”

To Sarah, Kallie appeared to be making fun of her, likely feeling a sense of satisfaction. She assumed Kallie meant she wasn’t going to divorce Jake, leaving Sarah perpetually as the other woman.

Trembling with rage, Sarah struck Kallie with a fierce slap.

Stunned, Kallie clutched her face as she gazed at Sarah, puzzled by her wrath.

Sarah growled at Kallie, “Just you wait, Kallie! You’d better hope you never end up at my mercy. I can’t fathom why Jake tolerates you, but once he dismisses you, you’re finished.”

Memories of past grievances at the hands of the Miller family flooded back to Kallie, causing her to break out in a cold sweat and her complexion to blanch.

Despite her willingness to withdraw, Kallie was baffled that they still wouldn’t leave her be. Was a battle to the bitter end inevitable?

Tired of being tormented, a glimmer of hatred had sparked in Kallie’s eyes for the first time.

“Sarah!” A male voice interrupted sharply from above. Jake was perched on the spiral staircase, his eyes locked on the scene below. It was unclear how much he had witnessed.

Caught off guard, Sarah swiftly adopted a pitiful look. “Jake, I didn’t mean for this to happen. Kallie provoked me and insulted me. I just lost control…”

Sarah feigned tears, as though she was the victim of the slap.

Kallie, nursing her sore cheek, stood silently, her gaze avoiding Jake’s as she made no attempt to justify herself. There was no point in defending herself. Would Jake actually take her side against Sarah if she spoke up?

Unbeknownst to Kallie, Jake’s gaze had lingered on her throughout, his expression a mix of intricate emotions.

Eventually, Jake offered a gentle smile. “Don’t worry. I know you’re not to blame. Go upstairs.”

Overwhelmed with excitement, Sarah rushed up the stairs toward Jake, deliberately bumping Kallie’s shoulder as she passed.

Suppressing her frustration and feeling somewhat disinterested, Kallie turned to leave.

As Kallie walked away, the sounds of Jake and Sarah’s playful banter reached her ears.

“Jake, why haven’t you visited? I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve been swamped with work. But I’ll make it up to you today. Remember that car you liked last time? I’m arranging for it to be delivered to you.”

“Oh my goodness!” Sarah gasped, her hand covering her mouth in astonishment. “But that’s a limited edition from Ysland. They don’t even sell it here!”

“That’s not an issue,” Jake replied nonchalantly. “I’ll have it flown in. Whatever you desire, consider it yours.”

Sarah’s joy was palpable, her eyes shimmering with tears. For a moment, she felt as though all her troubles had melted away.

Yet, for some inexplicable reason, Jake still seemed hesitant to get closer.

Sarah decided it was best not to push him. Jake was known for his reliability. She assumed he likely intended to reserve that special moment for when they got married. Once Jake divorced Kallie, everything would be fine.

Even if Kallie resisted the divorce, Sarah had myriad ways to ensure her disappearance.

Leaning on Jake’s arm, Sarah nestled her head on his shoulder, radiating joy. “Right now, I feel like the luckiest woman alive.”

Blinded by her affection, Sarah failed to see the disdain and reluctance in Jake’s eyes as she drew nearer.

Kallie wanted to block it all out, yet her ears betrayed her, capturing each word. A plane delivering a car—such an opulent gesture. It was typical of Jake. He aimed to broadcast to the entire city that Sarah was his cherished one. And her? What was her role here?

Kallie felt she was merely the butt of a cruel joke. Lacking support, she was an easy target for their cruelty, believing she wouldn’t retaliate or express her anger.

Kallie bowed her head, gently touching her stomach. She felt utterly worthless as a mother. She pondered if there was ever a chance to change her circumstances.

For now, her only option was to endure until the birth of her child. Afterward, she would take her baby and leave.

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