Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63: Caleb’s Kneeling Apology Letter

Chapter 63: Caleb’s Kneeling Apology Letter

(Celine’s POV)

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I watched Mother’s face light up when Amelia announced she wanted to eat breakfast here. It was pathetic how eager she was to please the prodigal daughter who treated her like dirt.

“I’ll prepare it right away!” Mother exclaimed, reaching for Amelia’s arm.

Amelia smoothly sidestepped her touch, linking arms with Aunt Seraphina instead. “I’m looking forward to eating Aunt’s cooking. It’ll be wonderful.”

Mother’s face drained of color. I could practically see the vein throbbing in her forehead as she struggled to maintain her composure.

“No, no, I’ll make it specially for you,” Mother insisted, her voice strained. “I know exactly what you like.”

Amelia’s eyes turned cold as ice. “If you don’t want to make it, then get lost. Don’t disturb me and my mother while we eat.”

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Mother’s face twisted with hurt and rage. I’d never seen her look so utterly humiliated.

Caleb couldn’t contain himself any longer. “How dare you be so ungrateful!” he shouted, jumping to his feet. “Mother is personally cooking for you. That’s a privilege you should appreciate!”

Mother quickly grabbed his arm, silencing him with a desperate look. “No, no, it’s my privilege to cook for my daughter,” she said with a forced smile that looked more like a grimace.

She turned to me, her eyes pleading. “Celine, go get my special honey oats from my room. I want to make Amelia my nutritious oatmeal.”

“I’m hungry,” Amelia said flatly, gesturing for Agnes to leave. “Hurry up. Agnes has other things to do.”

“Yes, yes, of course!” Mother nodded frantically. “Celine, hurry!”

I walked to Mother’s room, seething with every step. When I returned with the honey oats, I stopped dead in my tracks at the doorway.

Amelia and Aunt Seraphina were already eating breakfast that Agnes had prepared. They hadn’t waited for us at all.

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I understood immediately. Amelia had been playing us from the beginning. She never intended to eat Mother’s cooking. She just wanted to humiliate her.

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Yet Mother was still foolishly believing she had a chance to win her daughter back. I couldn’t help but laugh inwardly. In a twisted way, I hoped Amelia would keep this up. The more she showed her true colors, the sooner everyone would see what a viper she really was.

I entered the kitchen and handed Mother the honey oats without mentioning that Amelia was already eating. She shooed me away, insisting she didn’t need my help.

I sat silently on the sofa, watching Amelia and Aunt Seraphina chatting and laughing together. Hatred bubbled up inside me like poison.

Just a week ago, I was the cherished daughter of this family. Father valued me, Mother adored me, and my brothers protected me. Now, with Amelia’s return, everything had changed.

She had destroyed everything that was mine. I wouldn’t let her continue to gloat over her victories. She would pay for this.

Half an hour later, Mother and Caleb emerged from the kitchen, carrying freshly made oatmeal. The pride on Mother’s face was painful to watch.

Amelia patted her stomach and smiled lazily. “I’m too full now. Maybe set it aside for later?”

I couldn’t take it anymore. “Mother,” I whispered, “she already ate with Aunt Seraphina.”

Caleb’s face turned crimson with rage. He slammed the bowl down on the coffee table, splashing oatmeal over the edges.

“You already ate and still had us make this for you?” he demanded. “How dare you be so arrogant!”

Amelia’s lips curved into a cold smile. “Did I ask you to make anything? It’s just a bowl of oatmeal. Did you expect me to fall to my knees in gratitude?”

“You’re being deliberately cruel,” Caleb hissed through clenched teeth.

Amelia gave him a dismissive glance. “I’m never like this with my real parents. Maybe ask yourself why I treat you differently.”

As Caleb opened his mouth to argue, Mother quickly stepped between them. Her hands trembled slightly as she pulled out a thick envelope from her pocket.

“Look, Amelia,” she said with a desperate smile. “Caleb wrote you a ten–thousand–word apology letter. He wrote it on his knees, just as you demanded. He’s truly sorry. Can’t you

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Chapter 63 Caleb’s Kneeling Apology Letter forgive him now?”

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Amelia took the letter without even glancing at it. In one smooth motion, she dropped it into the trash can beside her.

“Let me ask you something,” she said, her voice like Ice. “If I hadn’t been able to prove my dress was authentic last night, what would have happened? I would have been despised by Grandfather, mocked by the high–ranking wolf circles, and unable to hold my head up in the Stone family ever again.”

She leaned forward, her blue eyes piercing. “And now Caleb thinks writing a letter makes. everything okay? How do I know he actually wrote it on his knees? How do I know he meant a single word?”

The room fell silent as Amelia delivered her verdict. “If you want to apologize, do it properly. Kneel in front of me and write it again.”

Her eyes held not a hint of softness, her voice dripping with contempt and disdain. Mother’s smile froze on her face, and Caleb’s fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. But neither of them could say a word in response.

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