Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 433

Chapter 433: Issue a Warning

Chapter 433: Issue a Warning

(Author’s POV)

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“As for all of you – paid to come here tonight and deliberately cause a scene at Stone Botanicals – I will

absolutely not let this go. I will hold every single one of you legally accountable.”

Amelia’s voice was ice–cold and unwavering.

The middle–aged man’s face went pale. His wife’s hand trembled visibly against his arm. Even the

husband’s legs began to shake, his knees knocking together beneath his trousers.

But the old woman was made of sterner stuff.

She steadied herself, drew a sharp breath, and fixed Amelia with a glare that could have cracked stone.

“You little bitch!” she shrieked, jabbing a finger through the iron bars. “Don’t stand there and make up lies

about us! Don’t you dare try to pin this on us!”

Her voice cracked on the last word – not from grief, but from fury.

Amelia didn’t flinch.

She simply looked at the old woman the way you look at something you’ve already decided how to handle.

Before either side could say another word, a voice rang out from somewhere in the crowd of reporters.

“I’ve got it! Their names are all over the internet right now!”

Heads turned.

A young man in a grey hoodie was holding up his phone, reading from the screen in a loud, clear voice.

“This family has a history. Multiple reports online – they forced their daughter–in–law to abort pregnancies

at least three times. Three times. Because the children showed no signs of shifting.”

A murmur rippled through the crowd.

“In their eyes,” the young man continued, his voice hardening, “a child without wolf abilities wasn’t worthy of carrying on the family line.”

More voices joined in, confirming it, adding details.

“She was an orphan. She had no one to fight for her.”

“They already received a full settlement from the hospital. This isn’t grief- this is a second payday.”

The live chat erupted.

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*They killed three babies because they couldn’t shift? And now they’re crying about justice?*

*The hospital already paid them. They came here for MORE?*

*Those poor little girls. Those poor, poor children.*

The two daughters.

That detail landed hardest.

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The dead woman’s daughters still alive, still in this family’s care and nobody had asked how they were

doing.

The middle–aged man’s face had gone from pale to grey. His mother’s righteous fury was visibly faltering, her eyes darting left and right as the crowd’s mood shifted around her like a tide turning.

The three of them exchanged a single look.

Then, as one, they began edging sideways – trying to slip quietly toward the outer edge of the crowd.

They made it exactly two steps before Theodore’s bodyguards materialized on either side of them.

Solid. Immovable. Silent.

Amelia watched them freeze.

“Going somewhere?” she said.

Her tone was almost pleasant.

The old woman spun around, her composure finally cracking wide open.

“You can’t hold us here!” she screamed. “We haven’t done anything wrong! And if you drag us away – who

takes care of the children? Who feeds them? Who puts them to bed? You?” She swept her arm out toward

the crowd, her voice rising to a wail. “Is anyone here going to take responsibility for two little girls?”

She was good at this, Amelia noted. Pivoting to the children the moment everything else failed.

A calculated move.

But not fast enough.

Because at that exact moment, a figure stepped out from the side of the shelter.

Natasha.

She was holding the hands of two small girls – thin, hollow–cheeked, wearing clothes that were slightly too large for their bony frames.

She walked forward steadily and stopped just inside the gate, facing the cameras directly.

“These children,” Natasha said, her voice clear and firm, “will be taken care of.”

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She looked down at the two girls beside her, then back up at the lenses pointed at her face.

“My name is Natasha Crimson. I am Theodore Crimson’s cousin.”

She paused just long enough to let that register.

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“Inspired by Amelia Stone – Theodore’s fiancée – I will be partnering with her to establish a welfare school.

A place specifically for children in situations like theirs. Children who have been failed by the people who were supposed to protect them.”

The live chat went completely silent for one beat.

Then it detonated.

*Natasha Crimson just walked out with those children. She actually came prepared.*

*A welfare school. She’s announcing a welfare school. Right now. On a livestream.*

*Amelia didn’t just fight back – she built something while she was fighting.*

*This woman is terrifying. I mean that as the highest compliment.*

The cameras swung between Natasha’s steady face and the two small girls pressed against her sides.

Then they swung to the middle–aged man – soft, well–fed, expensive watch glinting on his wrist.

Then back to the girls.

The contrast was brutal and wordless and absolutely damning.

The girls flinched when their grandfather’s eyes found them. They pressed further behind Natasha, their

small hands gripping her jacket.

That single movement said everything.

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The crowd had already made up its mind.

Amelia turned to the nearest officer.

“I have evidence,” she said simply. “Video evidence documenting this family’s meeting with a third party, and the exchange of funds. I am formally requesting their arrest on charges of organized harassment and commercial defamation. Stone Botanicals will be filing for full damages.”

The middle–aged man broke first.

“No – no, please, we didn’t – we were just – someone told us to come, we didn’t know it was-”

His wife grabbed his arm. “Shut up-”

“We didn’t know what we were getting into, I swear-”

The old woman let out a sound between a scream and a sob, throwing herself against the nearest

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bodyguard’s arm, wailing about innocence and injustice and the cruelty of the powerful preying on ordinary people.

Nobody moved to comfort her.

Amelia raised her tablet.

She pressed play.

The video was clear. Steady footage shot from a fixed angle, probably a parked car across the street. The timestamp was visible in the corner.

The three of them. A man in a dark coat. An envelope changing hands.

The old woman’s voice, unmistakable even through the phone speaker: *“How much if we stay until

midnight?“*

Silence fell over the entire crowd.

Not the uneasy silence of uncertainty.

The absolute silence of a verdict already reached.

The middle–aged man’s legs gave out. He crumpled to his knees on the pavement. His wife stood rigid, staring at the screen, her face completely blank.

The old woman stopped wailing.

The officer in charge stepped away briefly, spoke quietly into his radio, then returned.

“We’ll be taking all three of you in for questioning.”

No one protested this time.

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