Chapter 359: Chapter 359



Raelyn forced herself to maintain composure, not wanting Joelle to sense her inner turmoil.

“Adrian’s already luckier than most. Ninety-nine percent of the world’s problems are solved with money. Without me, he wouldn’t have even been born into the Miller family.”

“That’s true,” Joelle acknowledged. “But you can’t care for him while dumping him at the same time.”

The conversation ended abruptly, leaving Raelyn noticeably more somber than when she had arrived.

The following day, Joelle was busy inspecting a fresh delivery of pianos in her studio when a commotion broke out near the entrance. Amara strode in, wrapped in a luxurious mink coat and carrying a brand bag, her entourage of bodyguards trailing behind her like shadows. The staff, clearly unsettled by her imposing presence, quietly clustered behind Joelle, too intimidated to speak.

“Joelle, this studio was funded with my son’s money, wasn’t it?” Amara’s voice dripped with disdain, and her mental state seemed even more unhinged than the last time Joelle had dealt with her.

“Why don’t you claim the public restrooms on the street were funded by your son as well?”

“Duh,” Amara scoffed with arrogance. “The Miller family owns practically all of Illerith. Even the public restrooms are ours—so by extension, they’re mine.”

Joelle smiled, taking a seat across from her. “What are you here for, Amara?”

gαℓησν𝒆𝓁s․com is full of thrilling adventures Callan handed a document to Amara, who carelessly tossed it in front of Joelle. “I bought this studio. You should pack your things, leave Illerith, and never let me see you again.”

Joelle didn’t bother looking at the papers. “If you’re here to cause a scene, you’ve picked the wrong fight.”

She called for security, but Amara’s bodyguards quickly blocked the door, preventing anyone from entering or leaving.

“Joelle, don’t make this harder than it needs to be. There are plenty of men in the world. Why are you so fixated on my son?” Joelle’s voice was icy as she replied, “Maybe you should ask Adrian that question. Hasn’t the person next to you explained who’s really clinging to whom?”

She shot a pointed glance at Callan, who averted his gaze, guilt evident on his face.

“Adrian is just momentarily bewitched by you. Once you’re out of the picture, he’ll realize who the proper wife is,” Amara said confidently.

“I’m done talking to you.” Joelle stood up, her patience wearing thin. “Leave now, or I’ll call the police.”

“Call them, but it won’t change anything. Unless, of course, you don’t care about your daughter.” Amara smirked. “I know exactly which kindergarten she attends, and your little boy too. You can’t protect them every second, can you?”

Joelle’s face darkened, her composure slipping as Amara hit a nerve. She leaned forward, gripping the edge of the table, her gaze sharp as it locked onto Amara’s. “Amara, I’ve respected you because you’re an elder, but if you ever lay a finger on my son or daughter, I won’t care who you are or whose mother you claim to be. The consequences will be on you.”

Amara, unused to anyone speaking to her so boldly, looked stunned for a moment, but her shock quickly turned to fury. “How dare you speak to me like that? You lowborn wretch!”

Joelle pointed to the door, her voice steady and cold. “Get out.” Amara’s lips thinned in anger as she wrapped her mink coat around her, leaving with her head held high, a final threat trailing behind her. “Just you wait!”

Her entourage swept in behind her as dramatically as they had arrived. Joelle sank back into her chair, her body heavy with tension.

“Joelle, are you okay?” a colleague asked, concern in their voice. Joelle waved her hand dismissively. Amara might not be an immediate threat, but now that she had targeted Aurora and Ryland, there was no telling what an unstable woman like her might do.

In addition to watching out for Amara, Joelle was also worried about Adrian. They had spoken late the previous night, but she hadn’t been able to reach him since. Her colleague’s voice broke through her thoughts, pulling her back to reality. “It’s nothing. Everyone, get back to work.”

Once in her office, Joelle dialed the kindergarten teacher’s number. As a mother, even if it seemed overprotective, she had to make sure her children were safe. She contacted the new teacher in Aurora’s class—the one her daughter had been raving about every day. Joelle had added the teacher’s contact after school the day before.

The call was picked up quickly. “Ms. Becker, I’m sorry to bother you. Could you let me know what Aurora’s doing right now?”

Eliza Becker’s voice was warm and gentle, just as Aurora had described, immediately soothing Joelle’s nerves. “Aurora’s working on crafts with her friends. Would you like to start a video call?”

Joelle felt a wave of gratitude wash over her. “Yes, thank you so much!” Seeing Aurora safe and content at kindergarten finally put Joelle’s mind at ease.

“Ms. Becker, if you notice anything unusual or see any unfamiliar people around the kindergarten, could you report it immediately?” Even Joelle thought she might be overreacting, but Eliza responded with kindness, showing no signs of discomfort. “Of course. You can rest assured that we’ll protect the children while they’re with us, and we won’t let any strangers near.”

“Thank you.” After the call ended, Joelle felt her tension ease, reassured by Eliza’s gentle words.

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