Chapter 337

"Why are you telling me to calm down? Why should I be calm?" Shelmaine questioned out loud as her voice trembled with rage. It wasn't enough that they had destroyed her life—they had taken her child, too. Samuel's entire focus was on her, understanding the storm of emotions raging inside her—grief, anger, hatred. She hated him. She hated Liana. "Shelmaine, I understand how you feel. I'm not asking you to forgive her, but just take care of yourself." Samuel was such a phony. In Shelmaine's eyes, Samuel was nothing but a hypocrite. She turned her eyes to Liana, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "What happened to all your sharp words? Cat got your tongue? Is guilt finally catching up to you? Or are you remembering the innocent life you snuffed out?" Eliana's expression remained impassive, but her response was biting as she said, "What are you yelling at me for? How is it my fault that you couldn't even keep your pregnancy? Blaming others for your own failure? The baby was better off