Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 508

It was true. It had always been his brother pursuing Amara, while Amara had never seemed to return his feelings.

But he admired Finnian so much that he subconsciously believed every woman wanted to be with him, which was why he’d told Amara to go and fight for him.

Seeing him silent, Amara continued, “Let me tell you something. I’m not a pawn for you people to move around as you please. I have the right to pursue my own happiness, and I don’t need you to tell me what to do. Now get out!”

When a normally gentle person like Amara finally lost her temper, it was surprisingly intimidating.

Hogan was furious, but he also felt that as a grown man, he shouldn’t argue with a woman. So, despite his stinging cheek, he said nothing more and turned to leave.

Amara was so incensed by Hogan that she felt her lungs might burst. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but she even felt a dull ache in her stomach.

She took a couple of steps back toward the house, and her heart sank.

This was bad. Her stomach really did hurt. Could the stress of arguing with Hogan have harmed the pregnancy?

She instantly regretted letting her anger get the better of her.

She rushed to the hospital for a check-up with her obstetrician. The doctor confirmed that the stress had caused some minor issues but assured her it was nothing serious. Two days of medication to stabilize the pregnancy would be enough. Amara got the prescription filled, and only after taking the first dose did she finally feel some relief.

Hogan returned home and sat on the sofa, still fuming about the slap. But as he stewed in his anger, he suddenly let out a chuckle.

He didn't know why he was laughing, but the day's events just struck him as funny.

Amara thought for a moment and answered honestly. “Grandfather has been eating on schedule, but he's not in a good mood. It’s still because of your marriage, of course. I try to talk to him about it every day, to get him to accept it, but it doesn’t seem to be working.”

Finnian’s expression darkened. “Thank you for your trouble,” he said, then fell silent, lost in thought.

Just then, a staff member approached. “Mr. Finnian Everly, your mother is outside. She wishes to see you.”

The ban preventing Emma from entering the estate was still in effect, so she had to have someone announce her when she came to see Finnian.

Finnian went out to meet her. Emma was standing on the steps, wrapped in a coat. The moment she saw him, she said, “You need to convince your grandfather to lift this ban on me.”

“I’m the matriarch of the Everly family, his own daughter-in-law. Having to be announced like this every time I come here is ridiculous.”