Chapter 212

The summer sun was at its most merciless as noon drew near. The crowd congregated in the threshing ground was baking under its heat, their skins burning hot and their bodies soaked in sweat. Unable to bear the scorching heat, some found refuge from the scorching sun in the shade of the trees. Others, constrained by work that needed immediate completion, had to reluctantly leave. Yet, a large portion of the crowd chose to stay on, their attention riveted to the shocking "miscarriage case" unfolding. The shrill, piercing voice of Isla reverberated on the threshing ground, worming its way into everyone's ears. Her expression was a mixture of malicious excitement, like a venomous snake about to bare its fangs after being held back for too long. "Are you not curious about why Willow, clearly pregnant, still had to work so hard?" she asked. "That's because the child she is carrying is illegitimate. Afraid of being discovered by my third brother and not daring to abort it, she hoped the hard