The Paper Wife’s Empire novel Chapter 242

With the family in crisis, how could she be allowed any peace? If Liliane and Jotham couldn't sleep, then neither could she.

Brianna had waited for Jotham all night, even sending him a message apologizing, but he hadn't replied with a single word. She’d heard a noise in the hallway earlier and had come out hoping to talk to him, only to see him follow Liliane into the study.

Pressing her ear to the door, she’d tried to make out what they were saying, but all she could hear was Liliane's piercing voice demanding that Jotham divorce her.

A housemaid, hearing the commotion, rushed over and held Brianna back.

Liliane’s face paled, her expression turning ugly. The last thing she wanted was to air the family’s dirty laundry in public, let alone lower herself to Brianna’s level by getting into a screaming match. She pursed her lips and turned to Jotham. “It’s your decision. You know better than anyone the situation the Holt family is in.”

As Liliane turned to leave, Brianna tried to lunge forward again, but Jotham grabbed her, pulling her back into their room.

“She is our elder! Just because you don’t like what she said, you’re going to attack her?” he hissed. “My father is already in the hospital. Do you want to send my grandmother there, too?”

Jotham’s sharp words left Brianna feeling utterly helpless, and tears began to stream down her face. She was so overwhelmed with grief and indignation that she couldn’t even speak.

Seeing her state, Jotham’s frustration warred with a pang of pity. He turned and grabbed a tissue for her.

“Here,” he said, his voice softening slightly.

Brianna caught the flicker of compassion in his eyes and clung to his hand.

“Please, Jotham… I don’t want a divorce. I really love you,” she pleaded. “I have nothing left to go back to. I did all this for you… I won’t sign anything.”

Jotham sighed. He had already made up his mind, but saying it to her face felt unbearably cruel.

Seeing his hesitation, Brianna panicked. “Are you really going to do this to me?”

“We desperately need that investment fund,” Jotham finally mumbled, his gaze fixed on the floor.

A tear slid into the corner of Brianna’s mouth, but she laughed. “Is it about the fund, or is it about Ramona?”

She knew the answer. Jotham was driven by self-interest; he wanted both the money and the woman. Even if he denied it now, she wouldn't believe him.

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