Under the Veil I Rule novel Chapter 131

After changing into her outfit, Liliana headed off to the shooting set. Once she wrapped up her only scene for the day, she hailed a cab and made her way to the Everly Group building.

On reaching the top floor, she bypassed the president's office and went straight to Will's. She knocked on the door.

"Ms. Porter, what can I do for you?" Will asked respectfully after ushering Liliana inside.

With a pleasant smile, Liliana got straight to the point. "Has Mr. Everly been investigating Amara lately? Does she have an affair?"

Will was taken aback, instinctively replying, "No way, Mrs. Everly would never do such a thing."

For the past three years, Will had been the one closest to Amara within the Everly family. Whenever Amara brought meals over, she'd hand them directly to Will, often speaking softly to him and sometimes even bringing an extra helping just for him. This had left Will with a rather rosy view of Amara, so any insinuation against her prompted a knee-jerk defense.

Hearing Will call Amara “Mrs. Everly” made Liliana bristle inside, though she kept her face composed. "Did Mr. Everly mention anything about this?" she pressed.

Will suddenly recalled a phone call from Mr. Everly, who had initially asked him to look into his wife but then abruptly changed his mind. Despite his own suspicions, he couldn't share them with Liliana and simply shook his head, replying, "I honestly don't know, Mr. Everly hasn't mentioned anything, and Mrs. Everly isn't that type of person."

Liliana's lips tightened in displeasure towards Will.

Her gaze wandered, stopping on a document lying on the table—a divorce agreement signed by both Finnian and Amara. It must belong to theirs, she assumed.

She gave Will a few more soft instructions, trusting his sharpness and discretion, and left the Everly Group.

It was a Tuesday, and Liliana went to her parents' house for dinner. As the meal was wrapping up, Jenny cautiously inquired, "Sweetheart, your appetite is still strong recently. Do you have any morning sickness?"

Liliana stiffened, setting her utensils down, and countered with a hint of irritation, "Not having morning sickness is a good thing. Not every pregnant woman experiences it. You're my mom, you should be hoping for the best for me, not wishing discomfort on me. What kind of mother does that?"

Jenny nearly dropped her fork, taken aback by her daughter's sharp retort. She had merely asked an innocent question and couldn't fathom what had gotten into Liliana lately.