Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 614

Here is the revised and polished translation, faithful to the original while fully adapted to American English and cultural context:

At first, there were some people speculating whether Amara’s child was Finnian’s, but a wave of Liliana’s fans quickly descended and berated anyone who dared say so. Soon, the rumors died down.

Amara couldn’t help but find the comments both amusing and exasperating.

Someone had actually pointed out the truth, but it was immediately buried beneath the backlash. The reality was so unbelievable that no one thought it could possibly be true.

Tiring of the chaotic online chatter, Amara stopped reading the comments altogether. Instead, she waited quietly for Larry to reach out.

Something like this was bound to make its way to Larry, and once he found out, Amara could already picture his outrage and the things he would say to her.

Now that this had come to light, would Larry still give her the majority shares of the Sullivan family business? She waited anxiously, feeling as if a sword was hanging over her head, ready to fall at any moment.

The next morning, Larry finally got in touch—not with a phone call, but a brief text: “Come to the house.”

Amara stared at the message for a while in silence, then got up, washed up, put on some light makeup, changed into clothes suitable for going out, grabbed her purse, and went downstairs.

“Where are you going?”

For some reason, Finnian hadn’t gone to the office that day. He was sitting on the sofa reviewing documents, and when he saw Amara come downstairs dressed to leave, he looked up and asked.

Amara hesitated for a moment. After all, she was just going home, not anywhere else, so there was no need to hide it from Finnian. “I’m going home for a bit,” she answered.

Immediately, Finnian pictured Larry’s stern, unyielding face and his rigid, old-fashioned views. He set his papers aside and stood up. “I’ll drive you.”

“Don’t be upset,” Finnian said, noticing her displeasure. “Your father is set in his ways. He’s obviously going to talk to you about what happened. Let me take you. Don’t worry, I won’t go in with you.”

With things said this way, Amara didn’t protest anymore and let Finnian drive her home.

This time, Amara felt uneasy as she returned. When she entered the Sullivan family’s living room, she saw Larry sitting on the sofa in a dress shirt and slacks, his expression dark and severe, eyes fixed on her in silence.

His lips were pressed into a tight line, and his eyes burned with anger. He looked exactly as Amara had imagined.

“You’re back?” Larry stood up, his gaze lingering on Amara’s stomach, his voice tight with barely suppressed fury. “How did you get pregnant? Whose child is it?”

Amara opened her mouth, but for a moment, no words came out. She had no idea how to explain this to Larry.