All Chapters of Bearing Triplets After Forced Marriage: Chapter 421 - Chapter 430

Jennifer lifted the coffee cup from the table, taking a slow sip. Her complexion was still pale, carrying a fragile, almost delicate kind of beauty.Evelyn glanced at her, noted how unwell she looked, but didn’t bother asking. She was in no mood to care about anyone else—she was already weighed down by her own troubles.Jennifer didn’t dive straight into her purpose. Instead, she said calmly, “Mrs. Wilson, you should know very well why you were able to walk free this time. They didn’t save you out of kindness. They believe you still have value to be used.”Evelyn’s brows furrowed slightly, but she kept quiet. She waited, letting Jennifer speak. She knew Brady’s situation was the same as hers.“Miss Reed, if you have something to say, just say it,” Evelyn finally replied. She was fully aware the people backing her weren’t simple. She just didn’t know if they were the same ones she suspected. Since she was released, no one had contacted her, as if she’d been completely forgotten.But Ev

Benjamin turned back, picked up her phone, and handed it to her.Amanda answered with her uninjured hand.“Hello?”“Madam, it’s Lydia… I’m sorry to bother you. I’ve been in a car accident. Robin is busy, I can’t get to the hospital alone. Can you help me?”Amanda froze. Lydia?“All right. I’ll have Benjamin go over. Where are you?”“Madam, I’m so sorry… It was at the traffic lights outside the compound. A huge truck came out of nowhere. I was terrified.” Her voice trembled.“Wait there.”Amanda hung up and looked at Benjamin. “Lydia was in an accident at the lights outside. Go check on her. She’s crying hard—it sounds like she’s really hurt.”His brows knitted. “I’m not going.” All he wanted was to stay with her.Amanda blinked in surprise. “She’s your employee.”His lips brushed hers as he murmured, “And you’re my wife. I’d rather stay with you.”Her heart stumbled. The low, indulgent timbre of his voice knocked her rhythm completely off balance. That almost never happened to her.He

“Patrick, are you awake?” Amanda rushed to him, her voice trembling with relief as she lightly patted his face. His skin had regained warmth—no longer icy like before.His cracked lips were redder now, color returning.“You’re awake?” Patrick leaned weakly against the edge of the tub, eyes hazy as he looked at the anxious girl before him. A faint smile tugged at his lips.“Amanda, were you… worried for me?”In his final moments, he had seen her smile—strong and determined.“Patrick, come here,” she had seemed to say.He’d reached for her hand, and then opened his eyes, only to realize it had been a dream.Amanda pressed her palm against his forehead—hot. Fever. Exactly what she had feared.“Patrick, you’ll be fine now. Don’t worry. I won’t let you suffer,” she murmured, steadying her own panic.The decoction finished simmering. She carefully poured the steaming medicine into the tub.“Patrick, sit still, all right?” she coaxed softly.Patrick grimaced, shaking his head. Her tender voi

Amanda stared at him, startled by his blank look. Worry crept into her voice. “Did that fever fry your brain?”Patrick: “…” Am I stupid now? No—he just couldn’t remember what had happened.Still uneasy, she pressed her fingers against his pulse. It was steady. Normal.“You’re fine.” Her gaze deepened. “Do you remember what happened last night?”Instead of answering, Patrick rolled onto his side, eyes glinting with mischief. “Why sleep slumped by the bed when you could’ve been in it with me? Much more comfortable.”Amanda: “…” Her face chilled instantly.Sensing her anger, Patrick quickly backpedaled, flashing a sheepish grin. “I’m kidding. Thank you, Amanda.”She’d come when he needed her most. Maybe that erased the debt between them now.Once reassured he wasn’t in danger, she pressed, “Do you remember being stuffed into the cold storage yesterday?”He shook his head, then told her what he did recall.“You smelled flowers?” she echoed.“Yeah. A really strong scent. Next thing I knew,

When Amanda saw Claire, she froze for a second. Thinking of what happened last night, guilt welled up in her chest.“Claire…”She walked over, her eyes full of apology.On the way back, she’d already thought through the whole thing, afraid Claire might misunderstand.Claire looked at her with a lazy smile, her tone soft. “Amanda, you don’t have to feel sorry toward me. Are you alright?”The internet was full of people attacking Amanda. Claire worried she might be hurt by it. She knew Amanda well, and after seeing today’s headlines, she understood—they’d been set up.Amanda knew Claire wasn’t the kind to confuse right and wrong. Still, she said softly, “Claire, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. Last night wasn’t what you think.”Claire chuckled, as though it didn’t matter. “You don’t need to explain. Patrick and I… we ended a long time ago.”Amanda looked at her for a long moment, saying nothing.“Claire, you two talk. I’ll head back and rest,” she said, exhaustion tugging at her.This w