A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 273

"That's the life of a miserable woman!"

"If anyone actually cared about her or loved her, they would never have let her work like a dog while she was pregnant!"

"Waking up at the crack of dawn with a massive belly to cook breakfast, serving everyone, and then going to work? Working until the exact day she went into labor? Handling her own delivery to save a few bucks? That's not even human!"

"I am nothing like her! I have parents who adore me, a brother who protects me, and a husband!"

"I grew up spoiled and loved!"

"If anyone tried to make me live like that, my dad would have his lawyers destroy them!"

"So please, stop comparing me to a woman who was treated like livestock!"

Shelly's hysterical cries practically rattled the ceiling fixtures. The walls seemed to vibrate with the sheer volume of her breakdown.

*She really is a spoiled rich girl from a wealthy family...* Eleanor thought, analyzing Shelly's outburst. It only confirmed her suspicions.

Shelly hadn't been living with them for very long. Eleanor had never found an appropriate moment to flat-out ask, *'How much are your parents worth?'* She only knew they owned property downtown and ran some sort of business.

But hearing Shelly brag about her background meant she was undeniably a valuable financial asset for Quentin.

Instantly, Eleanor slapped on a warm smile and wrapped her arms around Shelly, comforting her with motherly patience.

"You're absolutely right, sweetheart. A woman's fate is tied to how she's treated."

"Winifred was capable, sure, but that's only because she had a terrible life. She had no one to take care of her. If she wanted to survive, she had to work herself to the bone."

"But you are completely different."

"You're your parents' precious princess. You don't need to force yourself to be some indestructible superwoman."

Lately, he had been so distracted by Winifred's disappearance. Seeing the online drama where Madeleine tried to frame 'Amy,' he had deduced that Winifred was in trouble, and he had been worried sick about her ever since.

He hadn't had a single thought to spare for Shelly.

As a result, he had completely forgotten about the most crucial issue: he desperately needed capital to invest in Iris Morgan's new company.

He was providing the technical expertise, which gave him a majority stake, but they had verbally agreed he would put up a symbolic three million dollars in capital to secure a higher percentage of the corporate shares.

Refinancing their current house wouldn't come close to covering that amount.

When Shelly had mentioned using her parents' property as collateral, he hadn't taken it seriously. Her parents lived in a tiny, rundown, one-bedroom apartment in an ancient building downtown. The exterior walls were literally growing moss. A bank wouldn't give them pennies for it.

But suddenly, it clicked.

The brand-new, modern house he had helped Shelly's brother buy with a two-hundred-thousand-dollar down payment.