Chapter 4

I hid behind a pillar, not making a sound.

Even though I was prepared to leave, hearing those words still sent a chill through me. I bit my lip hard, holding back my tears.

Daniel's chest tightened with irritation. After a long moment, he finally spoke. "Amelia has no child, and my mother won't let her off the hook. I don't necessarily have to... touch her. IVF is an option."

"Once this is over, I'll compensate Sarah. We'll have children and live a normal married life..."

I sneered, then turned and walked away.

Back home, I fell into a daze and slept fitfully. The noisy sounds from the living room downstairs roused me, and I forced myself to get up and check.

Maria, the housekeeper, was coming in with large bags of things, followed by Amelia. Daniel was carefully supporting Amelia beside her, treating her like a precious treasure.

Amelia noticed me first, but she pretended not to, pulling Daniel's hand and asking, "Daniel, this is your and Sarah's marital home, after all. Is it really appropriate for me to stay here?"

"Amelia, you're safe with me here. Just settle in," Daniel said softly, comforting her.

"I told you, my home is your home."

This was Daniel's home, and now it was Amelia's home too. What about me?

I looked at their affectionate gazes, but I didn't feel the sadness or pain I expected. Instead, it was more like ridiculousness and despair.

Daniel only noticed me after a long while, his tone somewhat commanding. "Amelia will be staying here until her prenatal check-up results are out. She's pregnant, so don't make any trouble. Take good care of her."

He wanted his wife to care for his sister-in-law, who was about to carry his child?

A mocking smile touched my lips, but my voice remained calm. "Okay, I'll take good care of her."

Perhaps he hadn't expected me to agree so readily. Daniel was visibly stunned, but a strange unease stirred in his heart.

After settling Amelia, he came into our room to find me.

"Sarah, just be good. Once..."

His words grated on my nerves, and I couldn't help but interrupt. "Daniel Thorne, haven't I been good enough?"

He frowned at me, said nothing, and turned to leave. He didn't come back to our room that night.

I didn't know what else he could be dissatisfied with.

The next morning, as I stepped out of my room, I ran into Amelia. She'd shed her usual gentle demeanor and sneered, "Sarah, you really can endure a lot, can't you?"

"But what good is being obedient? In Daniel's heart, you're still not worth even my little finger!"

As her words hung in the air, a sense of dread washed over me.

Before I could react, the world spun around me, and I tumbled down the stairs. My bones felt like they were shattering, and I instinctively covered my abdomen.

But I still felt a warm gush of fluid between my legs.

Amelia stared at me, her eyes glinting. "Sarah, don't blame me for being heartless. If you don't know your place, I have to take matters into my own hands."

"Marcus is dead. Daniel must become my support."

My stomach cramped with waves of pain, and I could barely hear what she was saying.

The unborn child, still unformed, was slowly slipping away from me.

"Daniel, help me..." Amelia cried out in pain.

Daniel, who had just entered, didn't even glance at me, who was just a few feet away. He rushed to Amelia.

"Where are you hurt? Don't be afraid, I'm taking you to the hospital right away."

His eyes overflowed with concern.

It took me a while to catch my breath. "Daniel, call 911! I'm having a miscarriage..."