Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 697

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“Let me make this clear—the child has nothing to do with you. Don’t overthink it. What Edith said was just nonsense.”

“As for why I blocked you, it’s because I’ve been feeling overwhelmed lately. I don’t want to talk to anyone. Your constant calls were stressing me out, so I blocked your number.”

She rarely spoke in such a sharp tone. Finnian was caught off guard, and a little hurt.

Nearby, Tina was hovering by the doorframe, peeking at them nervously. Finnian walked straight over and said, “You know the truth about Amara’s pregnancy, don’t you? Just tell me—am I the father of Amara’s child?”

Amara had assumed that even if Finnian questioned Tina, he’d do it in a more tactful way. She hadn’t expected him to be so blunt. Her face flushed with anger.

“Why are you saying things like that? Didn’t I just tell you—the child has nothing to do with you?”

She stepped forward, positioning herself between Finnian and Tina. She nudged Tina’s arm, signaling her to go back inside and not to get involved with Finnian.

But Finnian grabbed the doorframe, blocking Tina from going back in.

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze turning dangerous. “You came here from another city a couple of years ago to work, didn’t you? Your mother is around fifty, and you have an eighteen-year-old sister still in school.”

“Your father passed away five years ago. You have a younger brother, just sixteen, who was doing well in school, but after your father died, he quit behind your mother’s and sister’s backs to take illegal jobs and help support the family…”

Tina’s face went pale with fear.

How could Mr. Everly possibly know all that about her family? And why was he bringing it up now—was he trying to threaten her?

Seeing him like that, Amara didn’t feel any better herself.

She sighed. “Mr. Everly, your rehearsal dinner is tomorrow, and the day after that is your actual wedding. You must have a lot to take care of. Don’t waste your time here—just go.”

She intentionally brought up Finnian’s upcoming wedding to remind him that he was about to be a married man, and that talking to her like this was inappropriate.

Without another word, Amara walked out of the stairwell and slowly returned to her room.

She didn’t look back at Finnian, but she could feel his intense, burning gaze following her—impossible to ignore…

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