The Rise Of The Unwanted Girl (Athena) novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392

Pamela slowly opened her eyes, her hollow gaze fixed on Fermin

Though she already knew the outcome, her heart still ached as if it were being ripped apart.

Pamela thought bitterly, 1 nearly died for Fermin, only to end up with this crucl reward.

Seeing Pamela open her eyes, Fermin assumed she had finally come to her senses. He tried to reason with her, saying, “Pamela, you mustn’t be so stubborn. This won’t do you any good. You know I have no heir, and the King and Empress would never allow this.”

Fermin said firmly. Taking secondary consorts is unavoidable. You must get along with them and not make things difficult. A tranquil household is

paramount.

Pamela’s tears streamed down her face as she listened to Fermin’s cruel, cutting words.

A mocking bitter smile twisted on her lips.

I never wanted to cause any trouble for anyone. It’s you–all of you who have been forcing my hand all along

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Pamela thought bitterly. They forced me to take secondary consorts, driving me into utter despair. Even when I tried to end it all by smashing my head against a pillar, it still couldn’t sway their decision!

Pamela’s heart had formed to absolute ice. She looked at Fermin and said. “Let’s just part ways, you and I”

Hearing this, Fermin’s face darkened instantly. He said coldly, “After all I’ve explained, you’re still determined to go your own way?

Fermin said angrily, “Tho you even realize what I’ve done for you? I bowed before my father and was left bloodied for your sake. Can’t you ever consider me? It’s just two secondary consorts—it’s not the end of you How can you be so self–centered“”

Pamela felt an inferno raging in her chest, burning her to the brink of collapse and stripping her of all reason

She forced herself up, fixed her gaze on Fermin, and with every ounce of strength she had left, slapped him across the face. “Why? Why must I be the one to suffer!”

The slap left Fermin momentarily stunned.

Only when the shock faded did he realize Pamela had struck him.

Looking at the furious Pamela before him, Fermin could only think she was utterly unreasonable.

Fermin thought resentfully, “All the other princes can take multiple wives–why should I be the exception!”

Fermin’s patience finally snapped. Gritting his teeth, he snapped, “Clearly you’ve lost your mind after hitting your head. From now on, you’ll be sent to Guardian Church for seclusion. Don’t come back until you’ve come to your senses?

Pamela laughed silently. “Tshould have known it would come to this.”

“How foolish to will cling to hope, to imagine Fermin would ever speak a single word in my defense”

“Now I’ve lost everything–utterly defeated”

Fermin stormed out in a rage, still carrying the tonic he had brought for Pamela,

Only after stepping outside did Fermin realize the medicine packet was still in his hand.

He had meant to use it to placate Pamela, but now the more he looked at it, the more it bothered him.

Without a second thought, he tossed it into the pond.

I must have lost my damn mind to even bother with that madwoman.

Fermin went to see the Queen. The moment he walked in, his face grim, she knew instantly their discussion hadn’t gone well.

The Queen sneered, “Didn’t I tell you? That wife of yours is more trouble than she’s worth. I wanted to tell you to just ignore her, but out of respect

for your marriage, I held back. Now that you’ve finally seen her true colors, at least I don’t have to waste my breath anymore.”

The Queen, her voice dripping with biting sarcasm and veiled barbi, thoroughly chastised Fermin,

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The Queen had never seen a

ver seen a princess consort who dared to walk all over her prince like that..

It was only Fermin’s overly indulgent nature that had spoiled her so thoroughly.

It’s for the best that the talks broke down. Sending Pamela to Guardian Church would clear the way for Fermin to take secondary consorts and secure an heir.

Fermin kept his head bowed in silence until the Queen finally exhausted her words. Through gritted teeth, he forced out, “As you command,

Mother?

He was washing his hands of Pamela.

Her life or death was none of his concem.

The Queen responded indifferently, Just rest assured and wait to take your secondary consorts. I’ll handle the rest.

“Thank you, Mother, Fermin said, bowing respectfully

Seeing Fermin’s haggard appearance, the Queen waved him off and said, “You may retire

After Fermin departed, the Queen coldly issued her command. “Make it known that Princess Consort Pamela has contracted a grave illness and is to be sent to Guardian Church for seclusion. Send her away immediately.”

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By now, the Queen couldn’t even stand the sight of Panch–just looking at her for a moment was more than she could bear

The palace attendants moved swiftly, swarming into Princess Consort Pamela’s chamber and hauling her to her feet.

An elderly maid, addressing Pamela with an air of condescending authority, said, “By Her Majesty the Queen’s order, this old servant is to escort Your Highness to Guardian Church for seclusion. Once your health fully recovers, you will be brought back. For now, you’ll just have to bear with a little inconvenience”

The maid shot the palace maids a meaningful glance, prompting them to support Pamela and escort her out,

Princess Consort Pamela’s head was still wrapped in blood–stained bandages, her face gaunt and deathly pale

Her eyes were hollow and vacant, as if her soul had left her.

Anyone who saw her couldn’t help but feel a stab of pity.

She was the Princess Consort. Yet they cast her aside without a second thought.

Even if you raised a cat or a dog, you’d still develop some affection for ir.

Pamela, however, wore an expression of numb resignation as the palace mailts-half–supported, half–dragged her toward the exit.

Her head throbbed mercilessly, her legs like dead weight beneath her.

She struggled to take even a few steps, each movement feeling like an eternity.

The maid’s booming voice cut through the air. “Your Highness, hurry up. Don’t waste any more time.”

From the moment the Queen ordered her sent away. Pamela was as good as discarded–a broken doll, nothing more

Dream on if anyone thinks she’ll ever be brought back.

And why would the maid show her any courtesy now?

Seeing Pamela struggling to walk, the elderly maid snapped at the two palace maids, “Are you brain–dead? Can’t you see Her Highness can’t walk?

Put some muscle into it.”

The palace maids, their faces turning pale at the maid’s scolding, cast a pained glance at Pamela. One of them whispered, “Forgive us, Your Highness.”

Then, the two of them dragged Pamela bodily out the door

Just like dragging a dead dog

Once inside the carriage. Pamela collapsed, unconscious–her battered body finally giving out under the strain.

The carriage carried her out of the city gates of Pidence City, heading straight for Guardian Church.

Chapter 392

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