Chapter 136: Plethora of Secrets
"Oh..." Amelia’s mouth fell open, her blood running cold the moment her mind registered the implication of Joshua’s words. "I... I..."
Her tongue was numb and it felt heavy in her mouth, unable to form words. Then again, she was wholly unprepared to respond to what she had just heard.
What could she say to such a devastating recount?
Blood continued to drip onto the tablecloth, staining it red. Joshua’s eyes were fixed on her, his pupils pulsating with hatred. Amelia had to repress a shudder; her uncle was most likely visualizing her mother in her stead. For once, her resemblance to her departed mother was doing her no favors.
Still, Amelia could not convince herself that her mother was such a callous woman. Growing up, her mother was always a bright spot in Amelia’s life, a warm blanket shielding her from harm.
"...Could it be an accident?" Amelia asked weakly, only for her uncle’s face to turn darker than a stormcloud. Gone was the false civility from before, and he immediately leaped to his feet, brandishing the broken wine glass in her direction.
"As if! Back then, Germaine’s belly was rounder than a ripe watermelon. Only a blind woman would have missed the fact that she was pregnant. And your mother still had the nerve to shove her, causing her to fall!" Joshua roared. "Everyone knows you don’t push pregnant women around― everyone except the rich spoiled heiresses!"
Amelia’s mouth was dry. She wanted to defend her mother, but how could she, when she only heard one version of the events?
And it wasn’t as though she had the best impression of rich heiresses. The twin images of Kelsie Friesent and Emmeline Hawthorne floated in her mind, unbidden.