After Emilys miscarriage, Robert lifted the house arrest.
One sunny day, Emily was walking in the garden accompanied by Mrs. Watson.
"Did you hear? The main house asked for hot water twice last night. The master is really energetic; the new lady couldnt even get out of bed this morning."
A group of maids and old women were chatting while basking in the sun.
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Emily stood under the plum tree, listening to the gossip of the servants, and looked back at Mrs. Watson in disbelief.
A new lady? She had just lost her child, the most painful and helpless time, and he turned around and married someone else! And she, the legitimate wife, had been kept in the dark.
A large group of people came out of the garden, and the woman in the center, surrounded by everyone, was beautiful and bright.
"Jessica?" Emily looked at the person in front of her, which was her half-sister Jessica Thompson. The fifteen-year-old girl was cute and lovely, but her hair was combed up, already dressed as a married woman.
Jessica was dressed in brocade and satin, in stark contrast to Emilys plain cotton clothes.
"Sister, I heard that you had a miscarriage by accident, and I should have visited. But my husband said that women who have had a miscarriage are unlucky, and he wouldnt let me go. Sister, dont blame me." Jessica said coquettishly, constantly observing Emilys expression.
As expected, hearing that Robert said she was unlucky, Emilys face turned pale.
Jessica saw her expression and couldnt hide her complacency. Emily was the legitimate daughter, and over the years, she, as the daughter of a concubine, had always been overshadowed. Today, she finally held her head high.
"Sister, its so cold outside, wont you invite me in to sit?" After speaking, without waiting for Emily to speak, she took people towards Pear Cottage.
The Pear Cottage was cold and damp, and the poor-quality charcoal emitted a choking smell.
Jessica leaned on the couch, revealing several red kisses on her fair neck. Emilys heart tightened; she had been living in the Pear Cottage alone these days, but her husband had been entwined with her sister at night.
"Sister, are you blaming me?" Jessica suddenly burst into tears, "My father didnt want me to be a concubine either, but you cant have children anymore. How could the Wilson familys large fortune be given to others?"
"I cant have children anymore? Who told you that?" Emily was stunned, and after a while, she reacted to what Jessica had said. Suddenly, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. What does it mean for a woman to not be able to bear children in a family like the Wilsons? Emily understood better than anyone.
Jessica lowered her eyelashes, her red nails glaring, and her tone full of sarcasm, "The doctor said that your body was injured during the miscarriage, and its likely that you wont be able to conceive again. The Wilson family wanted to continue the good relationship with the Thompson family, so my father agreed to send me as a noble concubine. Sister, dont be stubborn anymore. Since you cant have children, whats the point of holding onto the position of the legitimate wife?"
Emily clenched her hands tightly, breaking her nails without realizing it. Jessica had gone through such a big circle, and it turned out that she wanted to give up her position.
She steadied her mind, hid all her emotions, and silently sipped her tea, the room was quiet.
Jessica had always disliked Emilys calm appearance. Even though she was already low to the dust, she was always indifferent, making people unable to underestimate her.
She changed the subject and sneered, "Sister, the Taoist said that your fetus was a curse, causing your own grandmother to fall ill. I didnt believe it at first. But look, as soon as the child was gone, the old ladys illness got better." She knew very well how to speak to hurt the other party.
Emilys face sank, and she was about to speak when a handsome and upright figure appeared at the door.