RedNovelChapter 156 All these years, since marrying into the Everly family, Salhad never once felt cared for by anyone-not a single member of the Carmichaels had ever shown her kindness. And now, when things finally cto a head, it was her seventeen-year-old niece who stood up for her. The memory of her niece fiercely defending her, landing punch after punch on Derrick, made Salome's eyes sting with emotion.
Meanwhile, Noah and Mabel had already helped Derrick to his feet. Seeing his son so badly beaten, Noah's face darkened, his aged voice trembling with barely restrained anger. "Who are you, barging into the Everly household like this?" Worried her niece would be blamed, Salstepped forward and shielded her, locking eyes with Noah as she replied coldly, "She's my niece." Noah narrowed his eyes, his glare razor-sharp as he turned it on Salome. "Salome, what's the meaning of bringing your niece here to cause trouble? And letting her beat my son like this-what exactly are you after?" Salhad endured enough after all these years. For the first time, she met Noah's challenge head-on, her voice icy and unflinching. "It was your son who hitfirst. My niece was only defending me. Mrs. Everly, surely you know what kind of man your son truly is?" Noah remained unbothered, her expression as composed as ever, as if nothing had happened. "Don't forget, Salome-it's because you can't have children that my son ended up like this. If you'd given us a grandson, he wouldn't have had to look elsewhere, let alone lay a hand on you." She shifted all the blonto Salome, just as she always did. This excuse had always gotten Salto back down, and Noah expected it would work yet again.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSalome's eyes flickered; at Noah's words, her face went deathly pale.
"Don't be afraid, Aunt Salome," Citrine whispered, feeling her aunt's hand tremble in hers. She squeezed it gently, offering silent comfort.
Noticing the change in Salome's expression, Noah assumed victory and opened her mouth to speak-but Citrine cut her off.
"Noah, letask you this: what makes you so sure my aunt can't have children?" Just moments ago, Citrine had checked Salome's pulse; although a bit weak, there was nothing to suggest infertility.
Noah lifted her chin, looking smug. "My son's been married to her for seven years now, and she still hasn't given the Everly family a grandson. Isn't that proof enough?" Citrine was silent for a heartbeat, then turned her eyes on Noah, her gaze sharp as a blade. "Having a child isn't solely a woman's responsibility. Why are you so sure my aunt's the problem? Why couldn't it be Derrick?" Salome's face went through a storm of emotions. Of course-why had she never thought of that? For years, she'd blamed herself, seeking out every specialist she could find, trying every old wives' remedy, but nothing had helped. Citrine's words suddenly shattered the illusion.
If the problem wasn't with her, then it had to be Derrick.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBoth Derrick and Noah stiffened at Citrine's accusation.
Noah ground her teeth, shooting Citrine a look so venomous she might have clawed her mouth shut if she could. "How dare you! There's nothing wrong with my son!" Derrick's face was thunderous as he shouted at Citrine, "There's nothing wrong with me!" He looked almost frantic.
Citrine's lips curled in a knowing smile. She glanced at Salome. "See, Aunt? He's panicking now."
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