Prisci lowered her eyes to the papers on the quilt. The words ‘unable to conceive‘ were especially ring.
Amelia felt like tearing Prisci’s heart out.
She lost all sense of propriety and yanked Prisci’s quilt away.
Prisci was wearing a camisole nightdress, her exposed skin covered in marks left by a man’s passion.
Amelia clutched her chest, her breathing growing more rapid, cursing viciously.
“You shameless little slut.”
She pped her hard.
Prisci raised her hand and pushed back. Amelia lost her bnce and stumbled to the floor.
“You darey a hand on me?”
Furious, she got up from the floor and started fighting with Prisci.
Prisci endured it several times, but Amelia only got worse, so she finally fought back.
In the end, Amelia fainted.
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Wesley rushed to the hospital room.
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Amelia tearfullyined to her son: “Look at the good wife you married. Last time she hit you, and now she dares to hit me.”
“I’m calling the police.”
She was sure her son would take her side.
Wesley said coldly, “You started it.”
The servants had told him everything that happened.
He hadn’te to check on Amelia’s injuries, but to warn her.
“Didn’t I tell you not to go to Chaston Vi?”
Amelia let go of his clothes, her eyes full of hurt. “You’re protecting that little slut?”
“I’m your mother.”
She shouted angrily, losing allposure.
Wesley’s face was cold. “She’s my wife. If you keep speaking
so rudely<i>, </i>I won’t hesitate to cut off your card.”
Amelia instantly fell silent.
But her confidence quickly returned.
“Prisci was never pregnant at all.”
Wesley’s expression didn’t change at all. “I know.”
The pregnancy had just been something he said offhand.
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Amelia was stunned. “You knew she couldn’t have children?”
Wesley, who had been about to leave, froze. He turned stiffly, his handsome face expressionless. “What did you say?”
Amelia had figured things out. Wesley only knew that Prisci wasn’t pregnant, but he didn’t know she was infertile.
She suppressed the joy in her heart and put on a worried expression.
“I just found out myself. After Prisci’sst miscarriage, her body was damaged. She won’t be able to have children for the rest of her life.”
After she finished speaking, she adopted a motherly attitude and advised Wesley, “I know you like her, but she can’t bear children for the Carlton family.”
“You can divorce her and find a wife of equal status. If you really can’t let her go, you can keep her outside.”
“Enough.” The veins on Wesley’s forehead bulged, his gaze icy cold. “She is my wife, not just some woman out there.”
Amelia was stunned; things were not going as she had expected.
Wesley strode away, now desperate to see Prisci.
He wanted to hold her and apologize for his own despicable behavior.
Sarah Thompson’s office.
Prisci underwent another examination, and the result was still the same.
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She could no longer have children.
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Sarah looked at her face, covered in wounds, feeling deeply guilty, and apologized to her.
“I thought you already knew about this, madam.”
Prisci shook her head gently. “It’s all right.”
This matter woulde to light sooner orter.
In fact, she had nned to take out that diagnosis tonight.
Sarah wanted tofort her, but when she looked up and saw Wesley, she quickly called out, “Mr. Carlton.”
Prisci didn’t turn around; she folded up the diagnosis report.
There were tears in her eyes. That thin piece of paper had sentenced her for the rest of her life.
Just as she finished folding it, Wesley snatched it away.
He read it carefully, then folded it and put it in his own pocket.
Prisci left with a nk expression.
“Was it that night in the storm?” he asked.
Sarah nced at Prisci, then took the initiative to exin
Prisci’s condition.
She concluded tactfully, “If she takes good care of herself, there might still be a chance.”
After all, Prisci wasn’t born infertile.
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“I understand.” Wesley nodded and left the office.
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“Wait, Mr. Carlton.” Sarah handed over the ointment on the desk. “This is for Mrs. Carlton. She’s not feeling well.”
Wesley looked at the name of the ointment and guessed what was going on.
Prisci stood by the window, gazing at the bustling traffic below, lost in thought.
Wesley walked over.
Prisci heard footsteps and turned to look.
All the wounds,rge and small, on her face were exposed to Wesley.
Wesley’s heart felt empty, and suddenly he was filled with panic.
Prisci asked him calmly, “Are you going to call the police?”
She was already used to him ming her for everything.
“I know everything now. It’s not your fault.” His voice was hoarse as he carefully tried to take her hand.
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