My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161 Echoes Of The Past

Chapter 161 Echoes Of The Past

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Fiona could only grieve for that young woman, dead long before her time.

Navier said. “Each day I see you alive, I feel as if she still draws breath. For me, that is enough.”

Her feelings tangled like roots beneath water. She admired his loyalty, even as a thread of disappointment coiled through her because the kindness she felt had not been meant for her

alone.

Leaving the Luthor Estate, a heaviness still pressed on her chest. When my life ends, who will remember me? Mother and Father, yes, but will anyone else? She pictured Penelope mourning for a season, then Soren marrying another woman, the household growing bright with new children. To ease the newcomer’s heart, they would sweep away every trace of her, until her name lived nowhere inside those walls.

The moment Fiona stepped into the family parlor and caught sight of Vincent, every other worry fluttered out of her mind. Opposite Vincent, Ulrich sat rigid at the walnut tea table, shoulders tight, the untouched cups between them cooling by the breath.

“Ulrich. Vincent.” Fiona moved beside them, and only then did she register the shadows beneath Ulrich’s eyes, the defeated slump of his mouth.

“Ulrich quarreled with Yolanda,” Vincent said, pressing two fingers to his temple. “Could you speak to her? He needs comfort, and I have no remedy.”

Fiona kept her tone steady. “Tell me exactly what happened.” In truth, she already suspected Joanna’s hand in the matter.

Ulrich exhaled like a man surrendering. “Yolanda is urging me to take a concubine. Mother once railed against Father’s mistress, and Aunt Joanna nearly broke up over the same thing. I cannot understand why my own wife urges me–again and again–to do the same. Perhaps I mean nothing to her.”

“If Yolanda felt nothing, she would never have married you,” Fiona replied. “Her insistence must be Aunt Joanna’s design.”

Ulrich’s voice chilled. “Even if Mother forced her, could she not refuse?”

Fiona’s brows knitted. “Yolanda is gentle, easily swayed, and a daughter–in–law must tiptoe through this house. If Aunt Joanna presses, what power does she have? And if that pressure fell on you, could you truly resist forever?”

Ulrich’s resolve crumbled. “Fiona, go and see how she is–for me.”

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Chapter 161 Echoes Of The Past

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Fiona crossed the courtyard to Yolanda’s rooms. The young woman sat motionless at the lattice window, eyes red and swollen, tracks of earlier tears silvering her cheeks.

The moment she saw Fiona, Yolanda’s composure shattered. “Fiona…” Tears spilled anew.

Fiona knelt beside her. “You’ve been wronged, I know.”

Yolanda dabbed her eyes with a crumpled kerchief. “How is Ulrich?”

You’re the one suffering, yet you still worry about him,” Fiona said, half exasperated, half moved.

Yolanda shook her head. “Ulrich never scolded me. He only said that if I no longer cared for him, he would stop disturbing me. But I do care. I’m terrified I can’t bear a child and will shame the whole Niven family.”

The very thought sliced through her; no wife would willingly push her husband toward another woman.

She told Fiona everything. In the past, Joanna had used gentle persuasion, but this time she hand–picked two pretty girls and ordered Yolanda to escort them into Ulrich’s quarters— dispensing with even the veneer of courtesy.

“You’ve been married barely a year, and Aunt Joanna has pressed you several times already— that is beyond impatient,” Fiona said, anger flaring. “Even in the Zonfrillo Estate, no one dared raise concubinage so soon.”

Yolanda whispered, “A few days ago, she summoned Lakebourne’s most renowned physician. He declared I may never conceive, no matter the treatment. That is why she panicked.”

“Even if she’s frantic, what harm is there in waiting two more years?” Fiona asked. “Ulrich isn’t barren. And if this is only about heirs, why invoke feelings at all?”

Yolanda lowered her gaze. “So what should I do? If I can’t bear children, Ulrich will take a concubine sooner or later. Better that it happen now than drag out the agony day after day.”

Fiona’s thoughts flew to Morgan, the divine physician who had once worked miracles. Perhaps, if she brought Yolanda to him, there was still hope.

Yet, she could not be certain he would agree.

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