"Amelia is back now. If you don’t divorce her soon, are you planning to let Irene stay by your side without a name or status?" Mrs. Bolton’s sharp voice carried from the study, cold and calculating.
After a pause, Gilbert’s voice followed, steady and indifferent. “She still has her father’s shares in the group. They account for a significant proportion. Divorcing her now would jeopardize my position.”
“Fine,” Mrs. Bolton replied, her tone softening with calculation. “Wait until you secure the shares, then divorce her. But when are you planning to tell her about her father’s death?”
Father’s death.
The words felt like a punch to the chest, leaving me breathless. My legs weakened, and for a moment, I couldn’t move. My mind struggled to process what I had just heard.
Irene’s voice jolted me back to reality. She stood behind me, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Amelia, is something the matter? Why don’t you go inside?”
I turned to face her, my body trembling. It took every ounce of strength to steady my voice. “When... when did my father die?”
The walls seemed to close in around me, and my heart felt as though it was being crushed.