What She Overheard in Her Own Marriage novel Chapter 250

"Noelle, you are such a good girl, always putting everyone else first. You've suffered so much," Elaine said, feeling as though a thousand arrows were piercing her heart. She was blessed with such a considerate, gentle daughter, yet she couldn't even protect her.

Noelle offered a bitter smile. "I owe my life to this family. You love me so much, Mom. It's my duty to be obedient."

At The Sanders Conglomerate Press Hall, everything was meticulously arranged.

Noelle had dried her tears and dressed in a demure, conservative outfit. She was wheeled into the room in a wheelchair.

The reporters had all been hand-picked by Josephine. Everything was strictly controlled.

Having witnessed the matriarch's terrifying authority firsthand, Noelle didn't dare pull any stunts.

She read the statement word for word, maintaining a clear gaze and a solemn expression that made her appear highly credible.

After finishing the statement, she had zero desire to answer the reporters' questions. She knew perfectly well that the more she tried to explain, the guiltier she would look. The stain was impossible to wash out.

So, to thank the press for their time, she attempted to stand out of respect. However, she misjudged her injured leg, and the sudden jolt of agony caused her to lose her balance and crash to the floor once again. The excruciating pain left her drenched in a cold sweat, her face deathly pale, and amidst the frantic chaos of the staff, she passed out.

This time, Noelle wasn't carried away in a man's arms; she was carted out on a stretcher by the corporate medics. The cameras flashed aggressively, desperately trying to capture her sickly complexion.

Sitting in The VIP Observation Room, Josephine watched the entire spectacle unfold through a one-way mirror.

Her face betrayed no emotion, but Ava, standing beside her, felt a pang of sympathy.

"Ma'am, Miss Sanders is..."

"She won't die," Josephine remarked flatly. "Pain is the only teacher that forces a person to wake up."

Ava immediately fell silent, stepping back respectfully. She looked at the seventy-eight-year-old matriarch, noting the deep lines etched into her face by time, yet her eyes burned as sharply as ever.

Finnian had been away from the conglomerate all day. The moment he heard about the press conference, he rushed to wrap up a meeting and hurried back.

In the car, Dexter played a clip from the press conference. In just ten short minutes, Noelle had apologized profusely, then tragically forgot her injury while trying to stand out of respect, resulting in a brutal second fall. The pain was so intense it had literally knocked her unconscious.

It was the first time Kaia had ever seen him look so conflicted. He looked as though he wanted to scream at her, yet was forcefully repressing it. It looked like pure rage, intertwined with something completely unfamiliar.

"Noelle was forced by Grandmother to hold a press conference. Did you know about this?" As he stepped inside, he violently slammed the door shut. The deafening crash made Kaia freeze as she was sorting her files.

"I just saw the news. What about it?" Kaia had indeed seen the headlines, but she hadn't paid them much mind. She simply viewed it as another pathetic act in Noelle's endless play—feigning weakness to harvest more pity and attention from Finnian.

Kaia had absolutely zero interest in participating in the woman's self-directed soap opera. Out of sight, out of mind.

But why was Finnian storming into her office?

She was genuinely confused.

"Noelle read the humiliating statement Grandmother forced on her. Are you happy now?" Finnian's voice was dangerously low, vibrating with suppressed fury. "If you're still not satisfied, do you want me to host a press conference too? Shall I read a statement just for you?"

Kaia was utterly blindsided. Her fingers tightened around her documents. "Finnian, if you want to act like a lunatic, go do it somewhere else. I don't have time for this."