Crowned by the Man They Feared (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 670

After uncovering the truth about Regina and Gianna and enduring her husband's sudden death, this was probably the happiest Emery had felt in a long while.

She had deliberately chosen a private room at a tasteful restaurant and arrived half an hour early.

Her fingers unconsciously traced the rim of the warm coffee cup as she rehearsed what she should say when Amelia arrived.

She wanted to share a mother's joy and offer her blessing for the engagement, yet feared that any mention of the past might rub her daughter the wrong way.

That careful, fragile hope sat in her chest, leaving her with feeling she could not quite put into words.

Soon enough, the private room door opened, and a familiar figure stepped inside.

The moment Emery saw Amelia walked in, emotion rushed out of her.

"Amelia, you're here. Come sit down. Mom already ordered all your favorite dishes. Take a look and see if there's anything else you want to order."

Faced with her mother's enthusiasm, Amelia did not quite know how to respond. She could only nod stiffly and say, "Okay. Thank you, Mom."

In the past, whenever Amelia came home or saw Emery, she would rush over happily, hook her arm around hers, and call out sweetly to her.

But that closeness, that effortless intimacy, felt like something that belonged to a distant past.

It was so distant that Amelia could barely remember the details, or the warmth she once felt.

What lingered instead were memories of constant criticism, dissatisfaction, endless comparisons with Gianna, and obvious favoritism.

Yet seeing how worn down and exhausted her mother looked now, she could not bring herself to remain indifferent.

In her memories, her mother had once been a graceful, elegant socialite who had never known hardship.

Born into wealth, raised in luxury, and married into another powerful family, she had lived a life wrapped in comfort.

Her father had always treated her well. The two of them had been seen as a model couple.

If not for the upheavals and turmoil that came later, her mother might have lived that carefree happiness for the rest of her life.

Unfortunately, life rarely went according to anyone's plans.

Amelia gathered her thoughts and took her seat. The two of them ate in silence.

As Amelia studied her mother's face, once carefully maintained and radiant, she now saw only fatigue and strain.

Even when Emery tried to lift her spirits, there was an unmistakable heaviness about her.

Unable to bear the silence any longer, Amelia asked, "Have you been taking your medication regularly? That weakness you were feeling hasn't come back, has it?"

Amelia knew Emery's condition well.

She had already stabilized it through treatment and careful regulation, which was why she no longer came by every day.

As long as the monthly checkups showed normal readings, things were considered under control.

Amelia and Jeremy had even talked about having a destination wedding someday, without all the exhausting formalities.

"I'll talk it over with your grandmother then. I can tell the Currans take you very seriously. They're sincere, and they're serious about marriage.

"As your mother, I'm happy to see you this happy with the right person."

Emery had lived long enough to recognize sincerity in people's words and actions.

The Currans' attitude made it obvious that they were approaching this with marriage in mind.

Once the engagement was settled, marriage would likely follow soon after.

She had also noticed the news circulating online.

Her future son-in-law clearly cared deeply about her daughter, and that pleased her greatly.

She liked Jeremy, not for the Currans' status, but because she had personally seen how well he treated Amelia.

"Yes. I believe Jeremy will treat me well," Amelia agreed.

She did not know what else to say, nor did she force herself to say more. However, the resistance she once felt for Emery no longer seemed as strong.

As for whether this relationship could be repaired, in the past, it would have been impossible.