The Heiress They Couldn't Break (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 672

As if doing so would somehow make it seem like she had finally beaten Amelia.

Amelia lifted her coffee cup, her fingers lightly brushing the warm surface of the cup.

Her gaze rested calmly on Gianna's face, twisted slightly by agitation, and there was even the faintest trace of a restrained smile at the corner of her lips.

"Gianna," Amelia spoke at last. Her voice was not loud, yet it carried a steady calm that cut straight through the air. "You seem unusually invested in who I have meals with, and who I choose to forgive."

She paused briefly, lifting her eyes. Her gaze sharpened like a blade. "But frankly, what does any of that have to do with you?"

"What does it have to do with me?" Gianna laughed sharply, as if she had just heard the biggest joke of her life.

"Amelia, stop pretending. You really think acting like this now erases all the humiliation you went through in the Nygard family?

"You really think you can forget how our parents favored me and treated you like a maid?

"Back then, the whole family treated me like a princess, and you were nothing more than a pet they kept around to amuse me."

Emery's face had already gone ashen. She tried to interrupt several times, only to be drowned out by Gianna's rapid rant. Finally, she slammed her hand on the table and shot to her feet.

"Gianna! Watch your mouth! Who are you to comment on Amelia? What happens between us as mother and daughter has nothing to do with you!"

Emery was terrified. Her emotions, which had only just begun to settle after some time, were once again thrown into chaos by Gianna's deliberate provocation.

She was afraid Amelia would fall for Gianna's manipulation and end up hating her and her three sons all over again.

Marcelo, Miguel, and Maxwell had been trying relentlessly to earn Amelia's forgiveness, constantly repenting and making amends.

If this woman succeeded in stirring things up, they would be completely devastated.

"Mother and daughter?" Gianna scoffed, as though hearing something even more ridiculous. She looked Emery up and down, then turned to Amelia, her eyes full of contempt.

"Emery, you really have some nerve saying that. Back then, you treated me like your real daughter, while your biological daughter looked like someone you picked up off the street. Everyone in the circle knew it.

"People whispered behind your back that something was wrong with your head. Now that Amelia seems to have turned out alright, you rush over to claim her again?"

"If I were Amelia, I wouldn't be this patient. I'd have kicked you out long ago and cut ties completely."

She turned to Amelia, her tone openly provocative. "Or is it that now you think having a mother like Emery finally benefits you? Is that why you suddenly play the role of a loving daughter and forgiving child?"

"You…" Gianna was rendered speechless. Her face flushed red, then drained pale.

Every word Amelia spoke struck where it hurt.

Gianna's relationship with Regina had indeed deteriorated badly, and recalling the harsh words Regina had hurled at her only made her feel even more miserable.

"You're still dream of marrying into wealth, huh? That still depends on whether fate is even on your side. Keep dreaming, then."

Emery looked at Gianna with open disdain. Seeing that her daughter remained unaffected eased her anxiety slightly.

Still, she could not be sure whether Amelia was merely putting on a front to avoid giving Gianna the satisfaction, or if she truly was unaffected.

If Amelia had actually been hurt inside, would that undo the fragile progress they had just made?

With that thought, Emery's anxiety surged all over again.

Regret surged through her once again as she remembered how she had once showered love on such an ungrateful person, while neglecting her biological daughter.