Crowned by the Man They Feared (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 649

No matter what, she had to come by in person.

Maybe it was because the fiasco at the gala was still hanging over everyone's heads, but when Amelia arrived at the Jordan Estate this time, neither Brielle nor Sabrina was anywhere to be seen.

Especially Sabrina—after pulling such a spectacular stunt and targeting her family no less, there was no way she had the face to come home right away.

The Jordans didn't seem to be pressing the issue either. At the end of the day, Sabrina was still one of their own.

And so, the whole thing ... seemed to just quietly fade into the background.

"Amelia, you're here. Forget Floyd, even I've been missing you," Nydia said, eyes lighting up the moment she saw her.

"Of course, I had to come see you. Letting something like that happen at my birthday party ... I still feel awful about it."

She spoke straight from the heart as she carefully gave Nydia a full checkup from head to toe.

"It wasn't your fault. I just never thought Sabrina would ..."

Halfway through, her brows knit tight, and the gentle warmth in her expression sharpened into something far more cutting.

She wasn't going to delve into why her niece had done what she did or how she'd turned into this version of herself.

But the questions in her heart had only gotten louder.

"To be honest with you, I feel like Sabrina's been getting less and less like the girl I used to know," Nydia admitted, lowering her voice as if confiding in one of her own.

Maybe it was because she already saw Amelia as family, but once she started, she couldn't stop.

Ever since Sabrina's parents passed away, it was like she'd slowly become someone else.

On the surface, her habits and social graces all seemed more or less the same. But as her aunt—someone who'd spent a lot of time with her—Nydia couldn't help picking up on the subtle changes.

Even after getting married and moving out, she still came back often. Her bond with her family had always been strong.

And after Paul and his wife died, she practically lived at the Jordans' place, trying to look after and accompany Sabrina and Floyd Jordan as much as she could.

That was when she started noticing the shift in those two kids.

Sabrina's change was hard to describe.

It was like she was the same person, yet not.

Just ... different. But when it came to explaining it, the words wouldn't come.

The one who changed the most, though, was her little nephew Floyd.

When he was small, he'd been bright, cheerful, and impossibly lovable.

But not long after his parents passed, he grew more and more volatile and skittish, until he finally retreated into himself completely.

It was strange for a child too young to truly process grief to be so severely affected.

There's something fishy about that villa.

"Nydia, do you usually go for regular health checkups?"

Amelia shifted gears, tucking that thought away for later.

"Hm?" Nydia blinked, then nodded. "Of course. My husband and I both get full physicals every year."

Born into high society and married into it as well, people like them valued their lives and had the money to spare.

Nydia and her husband took their health and upkeep very seriously.

Especially with how much she'd always wanted a child of her own, she was meticulous about her body.

"You still want to have a baby, right? Have you had detailed exams done on that front?" Amelia pressed gently.

"Of course. Honestly, I've always wanted to give my husband a son or daughter—or both—so I never slack off on that.

"Amelia, did you ... find something wrong with me?" she asked, suddenly tense.

She was in her early forties now, but as long as she hadn't hit menopause and was still ovulating normally, she refused to give up.

On top of that, modern living standards were so high that plenty of women were having children in their forties and even fifties.

She didn't mind being an "elderly" mother.

Compared to all those celebrities who had babies well past forty, what was one high-society wife having a child a little later in life?