It was true. It had always been his brother pursuing Amara, while Amara had never seemed to return his feelings.


    But he admired Finnian so much that he subconsciously believed every woman wanted to be with him, which was why he''d told Amara to go and fight for him.


    Seeing him silent, Amara continued, "Let me tell you something. I''m not a pawn for you people to move around as you please. I have the right to pursue my own happiness, and I don''t need you to tell me what to do. Now get out!"


    When a normally gentle person like Amara finally lost her temper, it was surprisingly intimidating.


    Hogan was furious, but he also felt that as a grown man, he shouldn''t argue with a woman. So, despite his stinging cheek, he said nothing more and turned to leave.


    Amara was so incensed by Hogan that she felt her lungs might burst. She wasn''t sure if it was her imagination, but she even felt a dull ache in her stomach.


    She took a couple of steps back toward the house, and her heart sank.


    This was bad. Her stomach really did hurt. Could the stress of arguing with Hogan have harmed the pregnancy?


    She instantly regretted letting her anger get the better of her.


    She rushed to the hospital for a check-up with her obstetrician. The doctor confirmed that the stress had caused some minor issues but assured her it was nothing serious. Two days of medication to stabilize the pregnancy would be enough. Amara got the prescription filled, and only after taking the first dose did she finally feel some relief.


    Hogan returned home and sat on the sofa, still fuming about the p. But as he stewed in his anger, he suddenly let out a chuckle.


    He didn''t know why he wasughing, but the day''s events just struck him as funny.


    Who would have thought that the timid, rabbit-like Amara couldsh out for no reason? Just what kind of person was she? He was finding her more and more interesting.


    After returning from the hospital, Amara rested for an hour before heading back to the house. That evening, her she returned to the family estate, she saw Finnian standing by the sofa, holding a book.


    He looked up from the page as soon as he heard the door open.


    Amara lowered her gaze, nning to walk past him, but he stopped her. "Amara."


    She paused. "Is there something you need, Mr. Everly?"


    Finnian closed the book and walked over to her. "How has Grandfather been these past few days? Is he eating properly? Is he still angry?"


    Ever since Mr. Kevin Everly learned of Finnian''s engagement, he had refused to see him. The two had barely exchanged a proper word in days.


    Amara thought for a moment and answered honestly. “Grandfather has been eating on schedule, but


    he''s not in a good mood. It''s stillet


    because of your marriage, of course.


    I try to talk to him about it every day, to get him to ept it, but it doesn''t


    seem to be working."


    Finnian''s expression darkened. "Thank you for your trouble," he said, then fell silent, lost in thought.


    Just then, a staff member approached. “Mr. Finnian Everly, your mother is outside. She wishes to see you."


    The ban preventing Emma from entering the estate was still in effect, so she had to have someone announce her when she came to see Finnian.


    Finnian went out to meet her. Emma was standing on the steps, wrapped in a coat. The moment she saw him, she said, "You need to convince your grandfather to lift this ban on me."


    “I''m the matriarch of the Everly family, his own daughter-inw. Having to be announced like this every time Ie here is ridiculous."