Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 833

Amelia stared wide-eyed at Rebecca's furious and twisted face. The words "divorce" and "get out" left her feeling dazed and empty-headed. Confused and helpless, Amelia slowly stood up and began to walk out.

"Come back here! I'm not done yelling at you! How dare you? How dare you?! Asking your mother-in-law to sell her things—you have no shame, you filthy wretch! You dirty little thing!" Rebecca shouted, her rage intensifying as she saw Amelia trying to leave. "Come back here! Someone grab her!"

Perhaps it was due to Amelia's trembling body and unsteady steps that resembled a fragile vase on the verge of shattering, but no one dared to physically restrain her.

Instead, they urged, "Madam Amelia, please wait!"

It was as if Amelia couldn't hear them. She continued walking, step by step, back toward her own courtyard. However, at the end of the corridor, she caught sight of Viola, heavily pregnant and supported by Poppy.

Instinctively, Amelia took a step back, remembering how Viola had once handed her a pair of scissors. A shiver ran through her as she felt a surge of fear.

"What's the meaning of this? Why did you only buy two Evergreen Pills? Didn't I tell you to get seven or eight?" Viola asked, her dissatisfaction clear. "Don't even try to tell me you don't have the money. I discussed it with Barrett last night. You'll be managing the household from now on, and Barrett will contribute 30 percent of his salary to the family fund. We'll handle the rest of his salary ourselves."

"30 percent?" Amelia began to regain some of her rationality, only to feel a sharp sting on her cheeks as she instinctively covered them. "30 percent? Why is it 30 percent? Everyone else is contributing nearly all of their salary. How can we make ends meet with just that?"

"Why can't we make it work? We've always managed before, haven't we? Even when Barrett's salary was lower, we still made do," Viola retorted.

Amelia swallowed hard. "So, you're saying that from now on, if you contribute 30 percent, you will take care of your own living expenses, food, and travel?"

Viola sneered. "Are you out of your mind? If I'm managing my own expenses, then why would I contribute 30 percent to the family fund?"

Amelia felt a buzzing in her ears but still tried to speak to Viola as if they were having a normal conversation.

Wasn't that a slap in his face? Wasn't that a direct indication of his ability to provide?

"What kind of madness is this?" Benjamin exploded as soon as he entered the room. "You, as my wife, have the audacity to tell my mom to sell her jewelry to support the family? Is there anyone more disrespectful than you?"

Amelia raised her pale face. Ever since she returned to the room, she had been wrestling with the thought that her life felt utterly miserable. But as long as her husband understood her, she could bear it all.

Yet, she didn't receive a word of comfort from him. Instead, he launched into a tirade without bothering to understand the full story. Amelia felt her heart sink to the depths of despair.

Benjamin grabbed her arm harshly. "What are you spacing out for? Hurry up and apologize to my mom! The servants said you were out for half the day and didn't bother to attend to her when you got back. Is this how a daughter-in-law behaves? You're so disrespectful—what good are you to me?"