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Chapter 146:
Remembering last night’s humiliation and the bitterness it left behind, Elena said in a cold voice, “The truth isn’t hard to verify. The real question is—do you have enough courage to publish it p>
Barnard didn’t get a chance to respond before she continued, “You have three days to make your choice. If you’re still too afraid to print this story by that time, I’ll find someone else who isn’t. Kretol’s full of reporters who know their way around a headline p>
The moment the call ended, Elena yanked the SIM card from her phone, snapped it in half with a quick motion, and dropped the pieces into the trash without a second thought.
Stepping through her front door, Amelia noticed the servant holding out the medicine to her. The sight alone filled her with resistance. Throughout Katrina’s illness, bottle after bottle of pills had passed through her hands. That endless routine had left her hating medicine and harboring a deep-seated aversion.
Wyatt remembered Gabby’s words and took the medicine from the servant himself, carrying it over and lifting it to Amelia’s mouth. “Take your medicine. It’s important you follow the treatment,” he said gently.
Even before the first pill touched her lips, Amelia felt as if she could already taste the bitterness wafting from it. She shuffled backward instinctively. A question tumbled out of her mouth. “If nothing changes, if I don’t get better, will you p>
“Don’t worry about that! Just take your medicine and work with me, and you’ll see things improve,” Wyatt interjected.
With those words, he nudged his hand forward again. Although reluctance simmered inside her, Amelia swallowed the medicine, forcing it down.
Just then, a piece of dried fruit appeared right under her nose. That simple gesture caught her off guard. Her chest tightened with a wave of hurt, and she said, “So this is your idea of a reward after torturing me with medicine p>
Wyatt missed the point behind her words and explained, “Gabby made this medicine especially for you. It’s meant to help you, really. You p>
Before he could finish speaking, Amelia cut him off, saying, “I’m tired. I’m going to lie down upstairs for a while p>
𝘐ո𝘁𝖾𝘯𝘴𝖾 𝗿o𝘮a𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘰ո
Wyatt watched her walk away, frustration building inside him until he slammed the bottle of special pills to the floor.
Curled up on her bed, Amelia pulled her knees close, feeling the weight of everything. He cared about the fact that she couldn’t get pregnant—she could feel it in his actions. But if he truly cared, why did he hide it so well?
Sleep wouldn’t come easily that night. Amelia tossed and turned until dawn, finally drifting off, only to wake soon after six. Her hand reached over to the other side of the bed, and the coldness there told her Wyatt had never returned to the room last night. So, he was angry. Was it because she couldn’t give him a child?