<h4>Chapter 478: Starting to Talk</h4>


    Inside the private room, balloons and various new toys filled the space, immediately capturing the attention of the two little buns. They crawled and toddled around, thoroughly enchanted by the festive setup.


    E quietly observed the scene, her gaze eventually drifting back to the hallway. Seeing Leah in her current state filled her with a sense of pity. Once a formidable and iron-willed businesswoman, Leah had fallen so far—reduced to a shadow of her former self due to jealousy and her past crimes.


    She had oncemanded respect in the corporate world, a force to be reckoned with. But after her release from prison, with a tarnished reputation, it was unlikely that any major corporation would hire her. The scandal from years ago had shaken the entirety of Country S.


    "You vicious woman! Are you trying to kill me? You can’t keep a man, and you’re ming me for it? He’s your husband!"


    The other woman, the so-called mistress, wasn’t one to back down. She yanked Leah’s hair with such force that Leah winced in pain.


    Though the mistress wasn’t as strikingly beautiful as Leah, she had an undeniably attractive figure. The two fierce women fought in the hallway, despite Leah being heavily pregnant. Shockingly, the man at the center of it all, Peter Wilson, stood by indifferently, casually smoking a cigarette.


    Onlookers murmured in disapproval, and a few kind-hearted women stepped forward to separate Leah and the mistress.


    Leah, enraged, turned to Peter, who was leaning against a doorframe, exhaling smoke nonchntly. "Peter, you bastard! You’re scum... How could you let her hit me while I’m seven months pregnant!" Leah cried out in despair.


    The crowd looked at Leah with pity. Blindly choosing a man like this—who else could she me?


    Peter, unbothered, blew out a smoke ring and said coldly, "You came here to cause trouble for yourself. Why are you out and about when you’re pregnant? As for me and her, we’re together to meet my needs."


    His audacious and self-righteous tone infuriated Leah. With a scream, she lunged at him, her nails aimed straight at his face.


    "Scumbag! Trash! I’ll end you! I won’t live like this anymore—I won’t even have this baby!" Leah shouted, her voice filled with rage and heartbreak.


    Leah’s situation had turned tragic. Peter’s family wasn’t wealthy, but the Carter Group, despite its financial decline, still had assets—most notably, a sprawling mansion. Peter had married Leah hoping to benefit from her wealth, only to discover that she had nothing left. His disappointment turned into resentment.


    When Leah became pregnant, Peter’s ambition and restlessness grew, leading him to seekfort with other women.


    Now, consumed by anger, Leah wanted nothing more than to w Peter’s face off, to destroy his allure to other women.


    But as she rushed forward, Peter grabbed her wrist and struck her across the face with a loud p. The force left her stunned.


    Leah stumbled back and copsed onto the floor, her cheek burning with pain.


    Clutching her stomach, she cried out in apparent agony, "Someone... take me to the hospital! My stomach hurts—so much pain!"


    Peter scoffed, flicking his cigarette butt into a nearby trash can before turning and walking away without a second nce.


    The crowd gasped in disbelief. How could a man be so cold and heartless? The child she carried was his!


    Leah, seeing his utter indifference, began wailing uncontrobly.


    In truth, her stomach didn’t hurt. She had cried out in an attempt to test Peter’s care for her. What she hadn’t anticipated was hispleteck ofpassion.


    "You deserve this! A useless woman who can’t keep her man thinks she can pick a fight with me? Pathetic!" the mistress sneered, straightening her clothes before walking away with a triumphant smirk.


    The spectators slowly dispersed, leaving Leah crying on the floor.


    E had seen enough. Though outwardlyposed, she was deeply shocked. Leah had once been a capable and intelligent businesswoman. How could she have chosen such a terrible man? E couldn’t fathom the choices that had brought Leah to this point.


    "E, are you happy now? Seeing me so miserable, watching me get abandoned by a scumbag like this—does it bring you joy?"


    Leah’s sharp voice called out, stopping E in her tracks.


    E turned to look at her, her gaze calm and indifferent.


    "What are you looking at? E, you wretched woman... you’ll die a horrible death!" Leah spat, her anger making her breathless.


    E let out a coldugh. "I’ve told you before—curses always rebound. You should learn to control your tongue."


    Without saying another word, E turned and walked into the private room, leaving four bodyguards stationed outside.


    Leah’s tears flowed uncontrobly, her heart writhing in pain. She felt an overwhelming urge to crush everyone she despised underfoot to vent her frustration.


    E closed the door, shutting out Leah’s sobbing.


    It had only been a little over a year since she’dst paid attention to Leah, and yet here Leah was, already married—and to such a man. Perhaps her time in prison had left her with feelings of inadequacy, causing her to settle hastily for someone who didn’t deserve her.


    "What happened? Seen enough of the show?" Eric asked, raising an eyebrow as E walked in.


    E sighed deeply. "I never thought Leah would sink to this level. She’s actually quite capable, yet she ended up with the biggest scumbag of the century—and he even hit his pregnant wife."


    Lucas responded with his usual calm demeanor. "It’s just who she is. Maybe she likes men like that. At first, they give her endless excitement, but once the honeymoon phase is over, the uglinesses out, and by then, it’s toote to regret."


    E pursed her lips and nced at Elias and Dorian, who were happily ying nearby.


    "Elias, Dorian, when it’s time to eat, you’ll have to stop ying, okay?" E reminded them. Elias turned around, his adorable little face lighting up with a smile as he waved a toy airne in the air.


    "Mommy... Daddy... fun!"


    At just a year old, Elias and Dorian had already learned to say a few words.


    "I know it’s fun, but are you hungry? There’s caketer!" Eric squatted down to kiss Elias on the cheek.


    Dorian, holding a toy, wobbled over and said, "Daddy... kiss!"


    Eric chuckled and nted a kiss on Dorian’s cheek as well, making the little one giggle uncontrobly.


    Watching the two adorable little boys, Lucas’s face was full of joy. Luke also smiled quietly, his mood lifted just by being around them.


    Soon, Henry and Lauren, Amelia and Richard, and E’s uncle’s family arrived. The two tables in the private room were just the right size for the group.


    Everyone brought gifts for the two little buns. Amelia, her belly round with pregnancy, pinched Elias’s cheek gently. "Elias, when my little princess is born, should we promise her to you?"


    The room erupted inughter. It wasn’t a bad idea at all. Everyone in the group was close, trustworthy, and there was no fear of being taken advantage of.


    "Sure, Amelia. You’d better remember you said that!" E teased with a grin.


    Richard raised an eyebrow. "E, if your son bullies my daughter in the future, you’d better take her side."


    "Of course! I’ll spoil your daughter to the moon and back," E said cheerfully. Richard and Amelia were good people, and E was confident their daughter would be raised well.


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