Crowned by the Man They Feared (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 650

Nydia's body refused to cooperate. She had tried everything, yet nothing had worked. Now, her egg quality had even declined. Surrogacy was no longer an option. Needless to say, she was devastated.

"Mmm." Amelia didn't dance around it. "Your circulation is sluggish. Based on your labs and pulse, your egg quality is poor. But for your age, it shouldn't be this bad. You're also showing signs of premature ovarian decline."

Amelia said it matter-of-factly. The subject might have felt humiliating, but to her, it was just medicine. Patients didn't get better by flinching away from the truth. You faced it, worked through the fear, and fought.

"Yeah." Nydia's voice wavered. "Sabrina said the same thing. I've been doing her regimen for a long time, but it hasn't helped."

Saying it out loud made the disappointment hit even harder.

Even though she told herself there was no hope, the desire to have a child still burned inside her. Some stubborn part of her kept reaching for one last thread.

Especially now, watching Floyd grow brighter by the day—getting cuter, sweeter, and sharper. And Amelia, too—so capable and lovely. Anyone would look at girls like that and think, "I want an angel like that."

But she didn't need an angel. She'd take anything as long as it was hers. Exceptional or ordinary, it didn't matter. She just wanted a child of her own.

Nydia let out a long breath, her brow was still pinched with worry. "Sometimes I can't sleep," she said quietly. "And I keep thinking If I'd started earlier, would things be different?"

There was a slight catch in her voice that she didn't seem to notice. Her gaze drifted toward the window, unfocused, as if she were trying to find something far away and already out of reach.

Amelia listened without interrupting. In moments like this, people needed a place to open up.

Once Nydia's breathing had steadied somewhat, Amelia spoke again, her voice calm yet precise. "You said Sabrina has been treating you. Can I see the formula she's been giving you?"

With anyone else, Amelia might not have thought much of it.

But Sabrina?

Please. That woman wanted Nydia dead. Since when did she start helping her get healthy?

Nydia's expression shifted as if she'd understood the unspoken point.

"Your condition shows signs of premature ovarian decline, and your egg quality isn't good," she said. "But like I said earlier, at your age, it shouldn't be so hopeless." Her tone sharpened slightly. "I suspect this isn't just normal aging."

"Not just aging?" Nydia's head snapped up. Surprise and urgency flashed in her eyes. "Amelia, what do you mean?"

Amelia nodded once. She tapped the tabletop slowly and thoughtfully with her fingertip, and then she fell quiet for a moment.

Then she said, "From your pulse and a few subtle physical signs, I'm sensing something abnormal. A kind of blockage. This doesn't feel like poor circulation. It feels more like something has been interfering with you over time. Something external."

"External?" Nydia frowned, feeling more confused than anything. "What could possibly cause that? I take good care of myself. I've been taking Sabrina's medicine exactly as instructed."

Amelia's gaze turned sharp. "If Sabrina's formula were right for you, even if it worked slowly, you'd see some improvement by now. But you've had none." She held Nydia's gaze. "If anything, it seems like it's getting worse."

She didn't spell it out, but she didn't need to.

Nydia's stomach dropped. Then, a ridiculous yet terrifying idea surfaced.