Either way, Amara was pregnant out of wedlock, and no one knew who the father was. Didn''t that alone show how tumultuous her personal life must be?


    When the gossip blogs got her update, the reporters doubled down, shifting their focus to Amara''s character. They wrote pieces using her of promiscuity and ack of morals, sparking another wave of outrage online.


    The whole day had been chaos for Amara.


    In truth, after Keith brought her to the Everly estate, not much else had happened to her directly.


    Apart from a brief visit to Mr. Kevin Everly''s room, she spent the rest of her time in her own bedroom.


    But she couldn''t stop checking the news online, absorbing a flood of chaotic information. There were so many people hurling insults at her that she felt utterly drained.


    A little after nine that evening, she sat by the window, the curtains left open, resting her chin on her hand as she gazed at the moon.


    There was a knock at the door. She called out, "Come in," and Finnian entered, carrying a tray.


    The tray held several steaming dishes. Finnian set it down on the coffee table in front of the sofa. "You haven''t really eaten anything all day, have you? I made some foode, have a bite."


    Amara nced over the tray.


    Finnian had brought a generous spread, all her favorite dishes. Had he made all this himself?


    As if sensing her thoughts, Finnian said, "I just cooked these. Lisa told me she brought you food twice today, and both times you sent it back untouched. Why aren''t you eating?"


    Heid out the utensils and gently but firmly ced them in Amara''s hands.


    Amara felta pang of emotion. Finnian must have been busy too, but he still came home and cooked for her. He had done so much for her, but she just didn''t have any appetite.


    "Mr. Everly, thank you, but I really don''t feel like eating right now." She set the utensils back on the table.


    She had a bad habit: whenever she was upset, she lost her appetite and couldn''t eat at all. She knew it was unhealthy, but she couldn''t help herself.


    Finnian pressed the utensils back into her hands. "If you won''t eat for yourself, at least think about the baby. Even if you can''t eat much, try to have half a bowl."


    As he spoke, he scooped some rice out of her bowl, leaving just half.


    Amara touched her slightly rounded belly.


    He was right. If she didn''t eat, the baby would be hungry too. She couldn''t be that selfish. So she picked up the bowl and took a few bites.


    Finnian''s cooking was delicious, and as she ate, her appetite gradually


    returned. But as soon as she remembered the harsh words she''d Seen Online, a wave of nausea hit her again. After finishing half a bowl of


    rice, she couldn''t eat any more.


    Seeing she was done, Finnian didn''t push her. He just handed her a bowl of soup.


    "Try a little soup."


    Amara took the bowl, drank a few sips, and set it down.


    Finnian gathered up the dishes and utensils, stacking them back on the tray. In a casual tone, he asked,


    "Now that you''re at the center of et


    such @scandal, why hasn''t the


    chicks fathere forward to protect you? That''s pretty_ irresponsible of him."


    At that, Amara''s expression turned cold.


    Why hadn''t the fathere forward? Because he didn''t even know the child existed! He didn''t even know the two of them had slept together!