Chapter 142 You and Your Son Are Just Trash!
She straight-up woke Amara up and started grilling her with questions.
Amara didn't pay much attention during the class, so obviously, she couldn't answer the teacher.
The other students shot her mocking glances.
Amara was visibly getting more annoyed.
Sure, she loved designer clothes and bags, but the fun was in owning them, not figuring out how to match them. All that talk about color coordination and skin tones? In one ear, out the other.
Finally, class ended, and Amara bolted out of there.
Lucky for her, the mall was right outside. She'd already gone on a shopping spree with Leopold's secondary card, and since he hadn't said anything, he probably didn't even notice.
Feeling super irritated, Amara headed straight into a luxury store and started buying stuff like crazy.
Leopold was in a meeting, and his phone kept buzzing with text notifications about the purchases. It was almost nonstop.
He glanced at his phone, then just turned it off without a word.
Elodie timed her arrival to pick up Amara right after class. She had the driver take her to the mall, then walked towards the classroom.
She really didn't want to be there.
Wouldn't it be better to hang out with friends, have some coffee, chat, and play cards like before?
Her biggest worries used to be where to shop next, or if flying abroad would take too long, or which luxury brand's new collection to try first.
But now, she was always dealing with Amara and the baby in her belly, reminding her to go to class and picking her up on time, living like a nanny!
She couldn't let Amara out of her sight, afraid she'd mess things up and harm the baby.
Sometimes, Elodie regretted letting Amara keep the pregnancy.
But she thought, 'Oh well, it's just eight or nine months. Once the baby's born, I'll deal with her then.'
Taking the elevator to the third floor where Amara's class was, she found the classroom empty.
The teacher told her class had ended a while ago.
Amara had given her the wrong class schedule!
Elodie gritted her teeth and immediately called Amara.
The phone rang forever with no answer before it hung up automatically.
Fuming, Elodie stormed out of the classroom, ready to call the driver to help find Amara, when she saw her coming out of the Chanel store across the way, loaded with shopping bags.
Among them were several orange Hermès bags, clearly containing handbags!
Great, even Elodie wouldn't splurge on so many Hermès bags at once, and this little brat Amara dared to be so wasteful.
And she was using the Wipere family's money!
Thinking this, Elodie rushed over, grabbed the shopping bags from Amara's hands, and threw them to the ground, shouting, "Who do you think you are? My son's secondary card isn't for you to spend like this! Do you think money grows on trees? I've never seen such a greedy woman like you. Do you think my son is a fool? Do you think you're worth that much? Shameless!"
Elodie, consumed by rage, hurled every insult she could think of.
Amara's face darkened as onlookers began to gather, some even taking out their phones to record.
Elodie had completely lost it, too focused on venting her anger to care about her dignity.
It was like she wanted to reclaim all the suffering she had endured.
Seeing Elodie getting more and more outrageous, Amara's temper flared.
She wasn't a pushover.
She did want to please Elodie, but since she was pregnant, she wasn't afraid.
With that thought, Amara couldn't hold back any longer and snapped back at Elodie, "So what if I bought a couple of bags? Can't I treat myself? Those classes are boring and tedious. To be honest, I didn't listen to a single word! It's already a miracle I lasted this long. It's just a few bags. I haven't even bought enough yet. This is your son's secondary card, and he hasn't said anything. Why are you so upset?"
Elodie, her blood pressure rising, thought of Camilla, who never cared about designer brands and rarely asked for luxury items when she was with Leopold.
Every time they met, Camilla dressed simply but had good taste and could make even the ugliest items look good.
Even when she did carry a designer bag, it was because the occasion required it or Leopold asked her to. Compared to Amara, she was a thousand times better!
Elodie thought this and couldn't help but say it out loud.
Hearing Elodie praise Camilla, Amara sneered and retorted, "If you like her so much, why don't you bring her back? You and your son are ridiculous. When Camilla was around, you couldn't stand her. Now that she's out of your lives, you miss her? Where is your dignity? I'm not Camilla, and I won't put up with your bullying. If it comes to it, we'll both go down together, and no one will come out on top! From now on, I won't follow your arrangements. No more prenatal classes or fashion lessons. If you want to go, go yourself. I don't care!"
With that, Amara picked up the scattered bags and shopping bags from the ground and walked away.
Elodie, furious from the confrontation, turned around to see someone filming her with their phone. "What are you filming? If you don't stop, I'll call the police!"
"You're making a scene and don't want people to watch?" Someone in the crowd muttered before they all dispersed.
Elodie stood there, her chest aching with anger.
What a disaster!
That night, Elodie was rushed to the hospital due to a recurrence of her vertigo.
Clara rushed over as soon as she got the news.
In the ward, Elodie lay weakly, her makeup removed, her face pale as a ghost, and she looked utterly exhausted.
It was the first time Clara had seen Elodie like this, and she nervously asked the doctor, "Is my mom going to be okay? Why does she look so pale?"
The doctor replied, "Her vertigo is an old condition. It's been well-controlled over the years. We've already examined her, and the main cause of the recurrence is emotional stress. She needs to be particularly careful in the coming days. She can't be agitated and needs to stay calm and rest well."
Clara sighed in relief, sent the doctor away, and turned to see Elodie lying there, groaning with her eyes closed. Mira was by her side, wiping her face with a towel and feeding her soup.
Clara found a place to sit, took an apple, and bit into it, looking at Elodie with a mix of frustration and helplessness.
"I heard from Mira that you ended up in the hospital because of that Amara? I've told you before, you shouldn't keep her around. Now look at you, fussing over her and the baby, running around, and what do you get? You end up in the hospital. What do you want?"
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