Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 310

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 310**

**Chapter 310**

The moment her voice reached my ears, a flicker of recognition ignited within me. It was a tone I had grown intimately familiar with over the years.

“Sienna?” I called out, the name slipping from my lips almost instinctively.

“It’s me,” she confirmed, a hint of warmth threading through her words.

I understood that it wasn’t particularly strange for an assistant to pick up the phone of the person they were aiding. Yet, despite this logic, a subtle tension coiled in my chest.

Perhaps it was the recent warning from my wolf that had put me on edge, cautioning me about Sienna’s true nature.

But I shook off that unease. Sienna was my sister, my beloved sibling. There was no need for suspicion between us.

“Is Jeffery available? Or can I schedule an appointment as soon as you can manage? I just had the most disturbing dream,” I said, urgency creeping into my voice.

“What happened?” Sienna inquired, her curiosity piqued. “Did something come back to you?”

“I’m not entirely certain,” I replied, my mind racing. “It felt like it could have been a memory, but it also had the vague quality of a dream. I think it was… about the attack…”

A heavy silence settled between us for a moment, and then Sienna urged, “Tell me everything.”

And so, I recounted the details.

**Sienna’s POV**

As I absorbed Amelia’s vivid recounting of her harrowing experience in the woods, an icy wave of dread washed over me. I hadn’t been present during that particular incident, but I was acutely aware of the sinister plans Claire had concocted with Victoria’s driver—plans that involved the cold-blooded murder of my sister and the disposal of her body in the very woods Amelia spoke of.

It was my hand that had guided Amelia into the backseat of that car, fully cognizant of the malevolent intentions lurking behind that seemingly innocuous act.

It was easier to compartmentalize my actions when I didn’t have to confront the reality of them directly.

Just get Amelia into the car, and everything else will fall into place, Claire had assured me, her voice dripping with persuasion.

“Jeffery,” I called, and he lifted his gaze from the cluttered table, his expression shifting to one of curiosity. “Annette is scheduled to come in today. She’s been experiencing dreams that blur the line between memory and imagination.”

A flicker of hope ignited in Jeffery’s eyes as he processed my words. “Perhaps the potion has actually worked,” he mused, a hint of excitement lacing his tone.

“It certainly seems that way,” I replied, striving to bolster his confidence. “You should have more faith in your abilities.”

He smiled, a genuine warmth spreading across his face. “Yes, perhaps you’re right.”

After a brief pause, I ventured, “I’ve been pondering the nature of that potion. If you can concoct a potion to aid in remembrance, could you also create one to facilitate forgetting?”

We often delved into such discussions, and I knew he wouldn’t jump to the worst conclusions about my intentions. Instead, he would likely interpret it as a simple, intellectual curiosity.

“Yes, it’s entirely feasible,” he said with ease, his smile unwavering. “In fact, that particular potion is much simpler to formulate. I utilized it as a foundation for my research.” He gestured toward his notebook, neatly organized on the desk. “Everything is meticulously detailed in there.”

I smiled back at him, a warm expression masking my ulterior motives. “You are incredibly talented,” I complimented, watching as a blush crept across his cheeks.

Yet, beneath the surface, my mind was already scheming. I was plotting how to gain access to that notebook, desperate to uncover the formula for that potion.