His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 117

Niamh had barely had a moment's peace these past few days; she was running herself ragged.

If she wasn't dashing to the hospital, she was shuttling between the police station and the courthouse.

She was, after all, the one who'd lashed out—even if there had been a reason, she'd hurt Elaine pretty badly.

Elaine had hired an attorney and was demanding both an apology and compensation.

Niamh was willing to apologize, but when it came to compensation, she flatly refused.

The whole mess had started because Daniel wouldn't leave her alone in the first place.

Daniel and Elaine might've had some influence, but they weren't exactly untouchable. At least in court, evidence still mattered.

Online, though, it was another story.

Niamh had cut herself off from the internet in recent days.

She knew exactly what kind of names people were calling her online, and how vicious the comments had gotten. Sure, a lot of the vitriol was fueled by trolls Elaine had probably paid for, but idle bystanders fanning the flames were just as effective.

She hadn't requested any leave from work.

The Thomas Group's policy was clear: three days of unexcused absence and they could terminate your contract.

She was simply waiting for Jonathan to fire her.

After the incident hit the trending topics, it was as if Jonathan had vanished from her life.

He didn't scold her for losing her temper, didn't stick up for her, didn't even send her a single WhatsApp message.

Niamh guessed this was his way of drawing a line between them.

Whether it was Jonathan's idea or the Thomases' as a whole, one thing was clear: this time, the family wanted to cut her off for good.

Last time, when her history with Julian surfaced online and caused an uproar, Neville Corporation's stock had plummeted that very day.

She still felt guilty about dragging Julian into her mess—even after they'd cut all ties, he still ended up affected.

Today marked her fifth consecutive day of absence, yet there was still no dismissal notice from HR.

Unable to wait any longer, Niamh brought her resignation letter and headed straight to the company.

"That's her! That's her!"

A mob of middle-aged women suddenly swarmed her, pelting her with rotten eggs and sharp stones.

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