Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 687

Here's the revised translation, closely aligning with the original Chinese in tone, detail, and cultural adaptation for a US audience:

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Although he spoke with confidence, even Finnian felt a twinge of doubt himself.

The woman in the photo was wearing a hat and a mask, and her figure did resemble Amara's. Plus, Amara had always refused to say who the father of her child was...

Still, no matter what the truth was, he couldn’t let everyone believe the person in the photo was Amara. If he did, her reputation would be ruined.

Amara looked over the photos herself. Her emotions shifted from shock, to anger, and then to a sense of absurdity. After a moment, a cold smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

“Mrs. Emma Everly, you really are something. The person in these photos is wearing both a mask and a hat, not even a single strand of hair is visible—let alone their eyes or nose. On what basis are you claiming this is me?”

Most of the photos were taken from the side or from behind. The only one from the front was with the person’s head down, their eyes hidden—there was no way to identify them by their features alone.

But Emma seemed absolutely sure of herself, sneering, “The bar is called The Vortex. That’s where I got this evidence. The owner remembers Ms. Sullivan coming in all the time during that period, always hanging around with different men.”

“And look at the figure in the photo—it’s almost exactly like yours. Clearly, it’s you. What more excuses do you have?”

Amara was genuinely amused by Emma’s reasoning, so much so that she actually let out a laugh.

Amara almost laughed out loud. “Was I pregnant four months ago? Even now, you can barely tell. The woman in the photo has a perfectly flat stomach.”

Amara’s words left Emma speechless, her expression turning even uglier. But she was not about to back down.

Since Edith had already stirred things up, there was no way Emma would retreat now—otherwise, she’d lose out completely. No, she was determined to drag Amara down with her, whatever it took.

“You’re still denying it?” Emma scoffed. “Your sister might have a reputation for being a bit of an airhead, but she’s always at home and has never been involved in any kind of scandal.”

“But you? You got pregnant before marriage. Compared to your sister, you’re far more likely to be the one running around nightclubs with random men. So stop denying it.”