She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 727: House Arrest

Nora stood completely dumbfounded, gazing dazedly at the bloodstain on the ground, utterly bewildered.

She had only pushed Jane in a fit of anger for a moment, and she hadn't used much force. How had she ended up falling?

In her ears, she could hear the surrounding crowd's accusatory shouts and the sounds of women clutching their stomachs and wailing in pain.

George squatted beside Jane, his face filled with anguish as he half embraced her, softly comforting her, "Jane, are you okay? Don't cry, it's my fault."

"The, the baby... Honey, Nora just intentionally pushed me, I don't know why she did this."

"I've already said I won't fight for the Lawrence family's property with them, why did she treat me like this?"

Jane cried with a "heartbroken" expression, but in a place where others couldn't see, Nora could see the slyness and triumphant gleam in her eyes.

A surge of anger rushed to her mind; her jaw quivered, and her fierce gaze locked onto Jane's forehead.

Even Sean, who had been standing beside them, believed that his own sister had pushed the older woman.

"Good! Let her have a miscarriage. The illegitimate child in her belly should never have existed in the first place." "No, that's not what happened!"

Nora exclaimed, just about to argue, when she received a resounding slap to the face.

The sound was so loud that it even quieted down the surrounding noisy chatter.

Caught off guard by this slap, before she could even react, she received another one to her face.

Then came the roaring voice of her father, George focused his anger on Nora.

"Beast! That's your elder, she's carrying your brother in her belly, how could you do this?"

The delicate fair complexion of the girl quickly swelled, clear marks of five fingers visible against her exquisite features, rendering her pitiful. Tears welled up in Nora's eyes; this was the first time her father had struck her.

All because of that woman!

At the thought of this, she couldn't help but want to rush up and tear the woman, who was still acting coyly, to pieces, her gaze filled with cold hostility.

Seizing the opportunity, Jane wiped away her tears and coquettishly pleaded with George, "Darling, don't hit her. My stomach hurts so much now. Hurry, hurry and take me to see the doctor."

Upon hearing that, George no longer had any attention to spare for Nora and her brother; he immediately scooped up Jane and rushed crazily towards the obstetrics and gynecology emergency room. Behind him, Nora bit her lip, grimacing fiercely in her heart.

Despicable woman!

Outside the emergency room, George anxiously rubbed his hands, pacing back and forth at the door.

His gaze accidentally shifted to the red light above, his forehead beading with sweat. It was clear that he truly cared about this child.

Only a door apart.

Inside the emergency room, the woman sat with her legs crossed on the white operating table, under the shadowless lamp, her face as pale as a ghost. Suddenly, she reached out a hand and slipped it under her clothes, lifting it to reveal that the blood bag tied to her abdomen had burst.

She disdainfully removed the blood bag, tossing it accurately into the nearby trash can.

Looking at her belly, which was flat and smooth, it didn't look like the state of a pregnant woman at all.

After discarding the blood bag, Jane picked up a clean towel from the nearby metal tray and wiped away the bloodstains on her hands and belly.

She had just finished everything and her phone, which was in her bag, vibrated at the right time.

Jane smiled slightly and couldn't wait to take out her phone. She opened it and saw that Master Vincent had sent her a Line message. "How's it going?" he asked.

"Success! That old man actually believed I had a miscarriage. How ridiculous! Doesn't he look at himself?" she replied.

Yes, she wasn't actually pregnant.

All of this was just a trap she and Master Vincent had planned in advance.

Using a child to tie down George was his idea, but how could Jane bear the thought of having a child with that old pervert?

Now that things were coming to an end, it was time for her to make her exit.

This "miscarriage" was inevitable.

Her original plan was to fake a fall by herself, but the idiotic Nora decided

to rush in and offer herself as a

scapegoat. Jane naturally took advantage of the opportunity.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

It would serve a dual purpose.

Soon, the man on the other end of the phone sent a message, consisting of only one short word.

"Okay."

She turned off her phone and closed her eyes, taking a moment to rest.

As for George, he was still waiting outside, leaning against the wall, with a look of despair in his eyes.

The Miller Residence in Jostrana, the maids walking along the corridor, carrying plates of food and fruits to the main hall.

The scene was ancient and timeless, as if it had come straight out of a historical movie.

As they walked and whispered to each other, one of them said in an envious tone, "I can't believe our Master Darren is getting engaged so soon." "I'm also surprised. He only just returned."

"Is it Miss Atkinson?"

"No, it's the woman who came from Chulae. She's much prettier than Miss Atkinson."

"I've seen her, she's indeed beautiful. But why would the master agree to this marriage? Doesn't he dislike people from Chulae?"

"I'm not sure about that. Stellabe it's because he feels indebted to Master Darren."

They walked away while chatting, but the phrase "the woman from Chulae" reached Eddie and Yvonne's ears without missing a single word.

That night, after Cheyenne said she was going out for some fresh air, news of her drowning spread.

When they arrived, the butler informed them that Cheyenne had already been taken to the hospital and told them not to worry.

However, when they requested to say goodbye and go to the hospital to visit Cheyenne, they were stopped by the armed guards at the entrance.

"Master Rohan ordered that,

recently, there have been cultists

appearing in the city, and there have

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been several suicide cases. To ensure the safety of both esteemed guests, please rest here for now," the guards explained.

What cultists?

What suicide cases?

They hadn't even heard of them. It was just another plot by that cunning Rohan.

But they were defenseless, of course they wouldn't be foolish enough to challenge those people who were armed with bullets. They could only close the intricately carved doors made of yellow pearwood and return to the room, feeling frustrated.

They needed to plan for the long term.

After all, being alive was the only way to have an impact, right?