No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 599

Chapter 599 Double Standards

It sounded like mediation, but in reality, ever

word was a stab at Amelia.

The two of them played off each other seamlessly, like they’d rehearsed it.

Amelia stood quietly and let the performance

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run its course. She nearly let out a laugh, but held it back.

The two of them played off each other seamlessly, like they’d rehearsed it. The corner of her mouth curved into a mocking smile.

“So the way you see it, Ms. Jewell showing up at a lingerie, is nothing at all. But me, staying over in my own boyfriend’s room, means I have no self–respect and no morals?”

han’s bedroom door in the middle of the night, in her

“Wilda, Ms. Jewell.” Amelia swept her eyes across their startled, uncomfortable faces, her voice steady and unflinching. “Don’t you think the double standard is a little ridiculous?”

For a moment, Wilda was genuinely speechless.

Of course, she knew Amelia was right. What Phoebe had don the standards of any family that cared about reputation

it wa

What she hadn’t expected was that Amelia would call it our

the night before had crossed a line, and by more than enough to raise eyebrows.

like that–openly, unflinchingly, without leaving Wilda, the elder of the house, so much as a shred of face to stand on.

“You–you-” Wilda sputtered, unable to finish a full sentence.

Her chest was heaving. Amelia’s refusal to back down had left her speechless with rage.

She had always taken this woman to be soft, easy to bully. She hadn’t realized there was this much steel–or this sharp a tongue–underneath.

Phoebe’s face was even worse, drained of color. She had planned to ride Wilda’s momentum and grind Amelia into the dirt. She hadn’t expected Amelia to turn the whole thing around with a few light touches- not only deflecting every accusation, but parading Phoebe’s own behavior from the night before back out into the open.

Amelia stood calmly in place and waited for their response.

Finally, Wilda recovered her wits.

“Don’t you stand there and twist things with that clever little tongue of yours! Someone with a mind as

twisted as yours–hiding in that bathroom, deliberately not coming out, watching Pho knock on Mason’s

door–how smug you must have felt in there!”

On cue, Phoebe summoned a wounded, tearful expression.

“Ms. Harlow, I… I only went to talk to Mason. About the reunion. That’s all, truly. I

to him as a brother. I didn’t do anything. Please don’t make it sound like I came with some ugly ulterior motive…” Amelia watched Phoebe slip into character and found it more amusing than anything.

She mirrored Phoebe’s innocent posture–tilted her head slightly and let a sweet, guileless smile form at the corner me first.”

of her mouth. “But… Ms. Jewell, you’re the ones who said all the ugly things abou

“You–ungrateful brat!” Wilda was driven to the edge by having her own tactics flipped back on her.

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“Do you even know who Phoebe is?” she snapped, her voice rising dangerously. “Her family is one of the top households in Porteria! They’re a perfect match for the Everetts. And what are you? An orphan with no known background, who came from God knows where. There’s a world of difference between the two of you. What right do you have to stand here and pass judgment on her?”

Amelia’s expression didn’t shift. She stayed as calm as still water.

The moment anyone had to attack another person’s birth and status to win an argument, they had already lost the argument.

“Whatever Ms. Jewell’s family is, and however noble the household she grew up in, walking into a man’s bedroom in the middle of the night is, in and of itself, rude and guaranteed to invite misunderstanding.

“I would have thought that a family that cares this much about bloodlines and propriety would understand basic etiquette better than anyone else.”

The very family rules Wilda had always been so proud of had just been turned into the weapon Amelia was using to cut her down. There was no good comeback left.

Wilda had spent the whole morning accusing Amelia of being shameless, while calmly turning a blind eye to–even defending–the “aristocratic young lady’s” flagrant overstep.

If that wasn’t hypocrisy, what was?

Amelia didn’t give them the chance to fire back. She glanced at her watch and let a polite, detached smile touch her mouth. “Well, I’m going to be late for work. I’ll leave you both to it.”

“You–you stand right there!” Wilda’s voice actually trembled with rage. But all she could do was watch Amelia’s back disappear through the front door.

Phoebe had come downstairs, hoping to humiliate Amelia. Instead, Amelia had stripped the mask right off

her face.

“Mrs. Everett!” Phoebe nearly shrieked. The tears she’d been holding back finally spilled over. “She’s impossible! How dare she speak to me like that!”

Wilda watched the younger woman fall apart and felt her own fury climb another notch.

She walked over, her voice softening into something reassuring on the surface–with a vicious edge underneath. “Don’t cry, Phoebe. Listen to me. What is Amelia, really? Just a petty little nobody who got lucky. The only reason she has the nerve to act like this is that Mason is standing behind her. Once I deal with her, let’s see how she keeps acting all

gh and mighty!”

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