Chapter 153 Mutual Entanglement
Amara was floored. "You didn't fall for it!"
"What? Bummed out?"
The second Leopold felt something off, he bolted to the bathroom to puke.
The feverish feeling? Just the leftover effects of the drug.
"If you were fine, why fake it earlier?"
Leopold grinned, "To watch someone's face go from hopeful to crushed. It's kinda funny, don't you think?"
Amara was shaking all over.
"You've got guts, trying to drug me. Too bad you're not smart enough. Idiot!"
Then he shouted, "Mira!"
"Sir?" Mira walked in right away.
Amara scrambled to put on her pajamas but ended up looking like a mess.
"Pack her stuff. In thirty minutes, toss her and her things out! Change all the access codes. I don't want to see anything of hers in this house again."
"Yes, Sir."
Amara was dragged out.
With a blank look, she let Mira pull her along.
Suddenly, she snapped out of it and yanked her arm free, "Don't touch me!"
Mira stopped.
"I'm carrying the Wipere family's child. How dare a servant like you lay hands on me? If you hurt me or the baby, you'll pay! When I have a son and marry Leopold, you'll be the first I deal with!"
Mira laughed, looking at her like she was nuts.
"Amara, have you watched too many soap operas? You think getting pregnant will get you into a rich family? I've worked for the Wipere family for decades. They're not easily played. Any woman can have a rich guy's kid, but becoming the the lady of the house because of it? Keep dreaming."
Even Elodie had told Amara straight up: you can have the kid, but after that, you're out.
All the servants saw it clearly, but Amara was still in la-la land.
Mira couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for her.
She thought, 'A young college student, could make it anywhere. Why do this?'
Mira had heard every word Leopold said from outside the door.
How thick-skinned do you have to be to be this shameless?
Mira shook her head, "Come on, Amara, let's pack your stuff and see what you need to take."
Mira was hinting hard—those fancy bags, jewelry, and clothes in the closet, Amara could take them all. Selling them could get her some cash, so she wouldn't leave empty-handed.
But Amara didn't get it, thinking Mira, a servant, dared to kick her out!
"Leave? Why should I leave?! This is my home. I'll die here if I have to!"
"Amara, why do this? Leopold's already said it. You have to leave today, whether you like it or not."
"I'm not leaving. What can you do about it?"
Mira was speechless.
Amara grabbed the railing on the second floor with both hands, "Come on, drag me out!"
Leopold came out of the master bedroom, sneering, "Ten minutes have passed. Since you have no shame, I don't need to give you any face. Mira, call security to handle this."
"Yes, Sir."
Suddenly, Amara's face went pale, clutching her stomach, "It hurts, my stomach hurts so much!"
Leopold didn't even flinch.
He didn't move, and neither did Mira.
By now, Amara had already slid to the ground, cold sweat forming on her forehead.
She reached out, grabbing his pant leg, eyes pleading, "Leopold, help me, help our baby. My stomach really hurts."
Mira couldn't take it anymore, "Sir, she doesn't look like she's faking it."
Cold sweat had soaked through her thin nightgown, and Amara's face was twisted in pain.
Leopold just said, "Do as you see fit," and walked away.
Mira cursed her bad luck!
At four in the morning, an ambulance came to the villa to take Amara away.
The hospital she was sent to happened to be the same one where Elodie was staying.
Elodie got a call from Mira in the morning, saying Amara and Leopold had a fight at home, and Leopold wanted to kick her out, but she refused to leave.
This time it seemed serious.
After hearing this, Elodie didn't dare to take it lightly, fearing for the child's safety, and immediately went to Amara's hospital room.
Just as she reached the door, she heard a wail.
"Doctor, please! I'm begging you! You have to save my baby! I can't live without him; he's my life!"
The doctor tried to calm her down, "Ma'am, please calm down! Take deep breaths, relax. Your emotions are too intense. This is bad for both you and the baby. The most important thing now is to calm down, and then we can discuss treatment."
Amara didn't listen at all, grabbing the doctor's hand, "Doctor, tell me honestly, can my baby be saved? Is my baby still there? My baby must be saved, right? Why aren't you saying anything? Speak up! Are you doctors or not? My husband is rich! Very rich! Save my baby, and he'll pay whatever it takes! I'm begging you!"
Elodie saw Amara's hysterical state, and the doctor tried to speak several times but was cut off by her.
If this continued, the baby would be lost because of Amara!
Thinking of this, Elodie stepped forward and slapped her. "Have you gone mad?"
But the slap didn't calm Amara down; it made her even crazier, "You hit me? How dare you hit me?! Elodie! It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in the hospital!"
Elodie replied, "So what if I hit you? If you weren't pregnant, I'd hit you more! Idiot, didn't you hear the doctor telling you to calm down? How long are you going to keep this up? Do you want to lose the baby?"
Elodie started to get a headache. She didn't know what bad luck she had to deal with such an idiot. If Amara wanted to ruin herself, fine, but don't ruin her grandson!
Amara was extremely tense and panicked, not listening to a word. "If the baby is lost, it's your fault! If you hadn't forced me to learn so many things, I wouldn't have fought with Leopold. If we hadn't fought, I wouldn't be in the hospital! I just wanted a good rest!"
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