Crowned by the Man They Feared (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 639

The moment Amelia joined the group, Thea was the first to react, firing off a bright, celebratory "Welcome!" sticker.

Right after that, Marcelo, Miguel, and Maxwell followed. Even Emery sent one, too, quietly but unmistakably.

Without exception, the screen filled with some version of "Warm Welcome" and "Welcome Home."

Amelia stared at the flood of stickers for a second, their enthusiasm clearly overflowing.

After a brief pause, she opened her sticker gallery and sent one back.

That was all it took. Across the room, the brothers who'd been staring at their phones like their lives depended on it nearly exploded on the spot.

If anyone saw their faces, they'd think the three of them had just hit a 10-figure jackpot.

"Look—she replied! She didn't leave the chat. She actually replied!

"I see it, I see it, I'm not blind! Does this mean ... we're finally getting somewhere?"

"Maybe she doesn't hate us quite as much anymore."

Three grown men stood huddled together, looking ridiculously teary-eyed with relief.

The anxiety that had been strangling them all night finally loosened—just a fraction.

And that tiny release only made the guilt sharper.

Because the reason they were this desperate now ... was because of how badly they'd treated her back then.

They had no right to blame Amelia. No right to blame anyone.

If humility was what it took, they'd kneel. If patience was what it took, they'd wait. They would do whatever it took to earn her back, inch by inch.

Just as they were gathering the nerve to walk over and try to strike up a conversation—

A sudden commotion erupted not far away.

Amelia noticed at the same time as Jeremy. The two of them moved instantly, heading toward the source of the noise.

She'd been thinking the party had gone a little too smoothly.

With her luck, a flawless night always felt suspicious—almost unnatural.

She'd assumed it was because Jeremy had planned everything down to the last detail, and because no one here dared cause trouble under his watch.

But it seemed those thoughts were premature. Disaster struck the moment she least expected it.

Sigh.

When she pushed through the crowd, her heart dropped. It was Nydia.

The woman had collapsed. Her body twitched, white foam gathering at the corners of her mouth, her eyes rolling back so far it was almost all white.

The sight was terrifying.

"What happened?!"

When she saw it was Nydia, one of the few people who'd been genuinely kind to her, anxiety gripped her.

Today's venue had indeed been largely arranged by him personally, and everyone present knew that.

So once he said that, the crowd backed off.

After all, as the CEO of a multinational conglomerate, there was no reason for him to poison everyone here.

It would bring him no benefit whatsoever—he wasn't some antisocial lunatic.

Besides, most of the guests here were family or members of closely allied families, making such an incident even more unlikely.

"Then, it can only mean someone deliberately tried to harm my aunt."

Sabrina understood perfectly well that saying this alone wouldn't immediately pin the blame on Amelia.

So, she swiftly planted another charge instead.

Her eyes swept venomously across the crowd as her voice suddenly rose, laced with carefully manufactured grief and outrage. "My aunt keeps to herself. If she's offended anyone, it's only because she was in their way.

"I know I used to be Jeremy's fiancée, but that's already in the past. We've long since called it off, so I hope you won't keep dwelling on it."

The moment she said it, the aim was obvious—painting Amelia as small-minded and crazy jealous.

Jeremy's expression darkened instantly, a suffocating pressure radiating from him.

He tightened his grip around Amelia's slightly cold hand, his gaze sharp as a blade as it locked onto Sabrina.

"Sabrina—watch what you say. I know better than anyone what kind of person Amelia is. Say one more word slandering her, and I won't hold back."