Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 320

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 320**

**Chapter 320**

**Chapter 320**

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**Damien’s POV**

“I’m truly sorry, I didn’t intend to disrupt,” Sienna stammered, her voice tinged with embarrassment. She quickly composed herself, hastily setting the toppled end table back in place, though the scattered items lay strewn across the floor like forgotten memories.

Jeffery let out a long, weary sigh. “It’s fine,” he murmured, but I couldn’t ignore the way Annette seemed visibly shaken, her eyes wide with confusion. The sudden jolt from her dreams to reality must have been jarring, and I empathized with her plight.

I cast a scrutinizing glance at Sienna, my suspicions flaring. Just moments before, she had appeared perfectly fine, showing no signs of dizziness or distress. While she claimed it was merely an accident, the timing of her interruption felt too convenient, especially during such a crucial juncture in Annette’s therapy.

It could be mere coincidence that Annette echoed the same words Amelia had once spoken to me upon discovering Claire’s pregnancy, but what if it was more than that? What if this was the pivotal moment that would unlock Annette’s memories, allowing her to reclaim her identity as Amelia?

Or, even if she wasn’t Amelia, perhaps this was the chance for her to reconnect with the essence of who she truly was.

Yet, Sienna had snuffed out that flicker of hope, leaving us all in a haze of unresolved tension.

It was nearly impossible not to view her actions as deliberate.

As I shifted my gaze between Sienna and Annette, the disappointment etched across Annette’s face struck me hard. It reminded me of the other accomplice involved in Amelia’s tragic end—someone who had slipped through my fingers for years. Though I had never ceased my search, the absence of leads had left me in a frustrating limbo.

Now, a question gnawed at my mind…

Yes, Sienna had attended the Alpha Ball. I could vividly recall her mingling with Jake and her parents. At one point, she had even shared a friendly rapport with my sister, Victoria. Was it possible that Victoria had introduced her to Claire, and together they had orchestrated Amelia’s demise?

“It’s alright, Sienna,” Annette reassured her softly. Beneath the disappointment, I could sense a quiet understanding in Annette’s demeanor. Her love for her sister was palpable, a bond that seemed unbreakable.

I had no intention of shattering that connection for her sake, so I chose silence in this moment. However, if Sienna believed for a moment that I would overlook her potential involvement in Amelia’s death, she was gravely mistaken.

The moment I returned home, I would delve into this matter with relentless determination. I would scrutinize Sienna’s movements from the event and attempt to access her phone records.

For a fleeting moment, I considered enlisting Jake’s help, but quickly dismissed the idea. His indifference toward Stacy had only intensified the already strained animosity between us.

He would rather turn a blind eye to my daughter’s suffering than allow me any proximity to Annette. Even for Amelia’s sake or out of a thirst for revenge, I couldn’t trust him with my suspicions regarding Sienna.

This investigation was mine to undertake alone, with the assistance of my Beta.

As the tension from the interruption began to dissipate, Jeffery turned his focus back to Annette. “I think we should wrap up for today. You were experiencing something profound there for a moment. Can you recall what it was?”

“Vaguely,” Annette replied, rubbing her forehead as if trying to massage the memories back into clarity. “It didn’t feel like a fantasy this time. Who daydreams about an argument? But… it couldn’t have been real…”

She cast a quick glance in my direction before hastily looking away.

In that fleeting moment of eye contact, my heart raced uncontrollably.

Was I part of her vision? Had she truly relived our argument?

Or was it merely a figment of her imagination, and I was foolishly nurturing my hopes?

There were no straightforward answers, and it seemed today would yield none at all.

With nothing new to uncover, the session concluded swiftly.

“I’m really sorry again,” Sienna said as we prepared to leave. “I feel so embarrassed. I can’t shake the feeling that I interrupted something crucial.” Despite her soft-spoken words, her expression betrayed a different sentiment.

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