No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 476

Chapter 476 Not for Sale

Amelia couldn’t tell if they were so used to living in their ivory tower that they’d lost all touch with reality, or if they simply thought she was a fool they could push around.

That estate was one of Fiona’s most favorite properties, nestled on the hillside of prime suburban real estate, sprawling across acres with a breathtaking view.

The land alone was valued well into nine figures.

Even if it were dumped on the market at half price, it would still be worth far more than tens of millions.

And they actually thought they could brush her off with a measly ten million?

This was clearly an attempt to use money to trample over whatever shred of affection Fiona had ever shown her.

A fire of rage ignited deep in Amelia’s chest.

But the smile on her face only grew wider.

“You can rest easy. I have absolutely no intention of remarrying Ethan.”

Amelia rejected the remarriage without a moment’s hesitation.

Grace’s expression soured.

She had deliberately come here behind Ethan’s back, planning to use the estate as leverage to get Amelia to consider remarrying him.

After all, even though she’d always looked down on Amelia’s background and had been harsh to her when she first married into the family.

The thought of that woman, Hannah–a divorcée with a child–lurking around Ethan and circling like a vulture made her skin crawl.

And though Derek had been temporarily put in his place by Ethan, there was no telling when he’d crawl back out of the woodwork to stir up trouble again.

All things considered, having Amelia back as her daughter–in–law was the lesser evil.

But Amelia had turned her down just like that, without even blinking.

Grace silently tried to read Amelia’s angle.

But Vivian shoved the check toward Amelia with an air of superiority, her tone dripping with condescension. “Then just take the check and sign the agreement to give up the inheritance like a good girl.”

Amelia was so furious she actually laughed, lowering her voice as she said, “Ms. Vivian, do I really look that stupid to you? That estate is worth way more than ten million, and we both know it.”

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Chapter 476 Not for Sale

Amelia’s light, effortless retort instantly set Vivian off.

Finished

It was as if she’d finally caught Amelia showing her true colors, and her voice shot up several octaves at once. “Well, well, well! The fox finally shows her true colors! Not enough money for you? I always said you married into the Rowes with bad intentions from the start. You were after our money all along!

“When Fiona was around, she shielded you, so we kept our mouths shut. But now that she’s gone, your true colors are showing! You’re nothing but an ungrateful bitch we should’ve never taken in!”

She spat the accusations out loud and fast, as if terrified someone in the room might miss a single word.

Grace’s brow furrowed with displeasure.

It wasn’t that she thought Vivian was wrong–she just found the woman’s trashy, loudmouthed theatrics unbearable, especially here in the estate. If Ethan overheard and came to investigate, things would only get more complicated.

This woman was utterly useless–couldn’t help if she tried, but could ruin everything without breaking a

sweat.

In contrast to the elders losing their composure, Amelia remained remarkably calm.

She was so angry she’d circled back to amused, the cold curve at her lips growing even more pronounced.

She lifted her gaze casually, letting it sweep across Vivian’s flushed, agitated face before speaking in the same unbothered tone. “If I were really after the Rowes‘ money, then why would I have divorced Ethan in the first place? Wouldn’t staying put as Ethan’s wife have gotten me a whole lot more?”

That single sentence landed like a bucket of ice water dumped right over Vivian’s head, leaving her completely speechless.

Because she was right–if it was about the money, why leave?

The logic was so painfully simple that it made all her accusations look hollow and pathetic.

Seeing Vivian go down in flames, Grace knew she had to step in herself.

She fixed her cold gaze on Amelia’s composed, unshaken demeanor, and the fury inside her burned even hotter.

In her mind, Amelia’s newfound confidence had to be coming from Mason.

“Amelia.” Grace’s voice turned icy, carrying that particular edge of authority that came with being an elder. “I know you’ve reconnected with the Everetts and you think you’ve found yourself a new safety net, so you’d rather cut all ties with the Rowes.

“But have you stopped to consider–you’re a divorced woman. A family like the Everetts, with their status and standards, do you think they’d welcome you back? Even if Mason is blinded by whatever spell you’ve cast on him right now, do you honestly believe his parents and the rest of his family would accept a divorcée as their daughter–in–law?

“And let’s say, for argument’s sake, that the Everetts are as wonderful and loyal as you seem to think. Then tell me—all those years you were married into our family, where were they? They didn’t even step in. At

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