If you have no children after marrying into the Everly family, you'll never have any status. You'll always be the other woman, with nothing to show for it—so what's the point?
Derrick: "..."
Noah: "..."
Suddenly, an earsplitting curse rang out from the crowd.
Derrick lunged at Daisy, grabbing her by the throat. "You lying witch! When was I ever under five minutes? It was five and a half—at least!"
Daisy scoffed, shoving his hand away. "Please, you're so thin it's like sleeping with a needle. If it wasn't for the money, I wouldn't bother pretending with you."
Her voice was hoarse—she'd lost it from all the fake moaning.
Daisy spat at Derrick, face twisted with disgust.
The next moment, the two of them were locked in a wild, undignified scuffle.
Citrine: "..."
Salome: "..."
Citrine tore her eyes away from the spectacle and turned to Salome. "Auntie, when the Everly family claimed you couldn't have children, did they ever have any medical proof?"
Salome's gaze darkened. "No. Noah insisted I was infertile, so I saw every specialist I could find. Not one found anything wrong, but Noah kept blaming my infertility on my dieting. She ordered the kitchen to make me nourishing soup every day. After a while, I started to think maybe it really was my fault."
"Nourishing soup?" Citrine narrowed her eyes, remembering the faint trace of weakness she'd felt in Salome's pulse earlier.
"Yes, I've been drinking it for a full year now." Salome nodded, still oblivious to any cause for concern.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress