What gift? This was nothing more than him sending two people to watch her, just to make sure she didn't actually do anything to Amara.
Did Finnian intend to keep her shut up at home now, never letting her out again?
Emma was furious. Even though Finnian was her own son, she wanted nothing more than to march over there and slap him across the face.
But as soon as she raised her hand, the two bodyguards stepped in to stop her.
Finnian shot her a cold, indifferent look before striding into the elevator without hesitation, leaving the apartment behind.
Emma returned to the living room, still fuming over Finnian's decision to have her watched. Even smashing her newest, favorite set of teacups wasn’t enough to relieve her anger.
Hearing the noise, Liliana hurried out of the small bedroom. “Mrs. Emma Everly, what’s wrong? How did your conversation go?”
Emma’s apartment was extremely soundproof, so Liliana hadn't heard what was said between Emma and Finnian. But seeing the shattered teacups on the floor and Emma’s face twisted with rage, she could guess things hadn’t gone well—and her heart dropped.
Emma slammed her hand down on the sofa, her voice blazing with anger. “That brat won’t listen to me! He still wants to be with that little tramp and even wants to keep her baby. It’s driving me crazy!”
Liliana felt her heart sink even deeper.
Finnian really wanted to marry Amara? But would Amara agree?
As much as she hated to admit it, the thing she wanted most—marrying Finnian—was exactly what Amara seemed most determined to avoid.
So as long as Amara continued to refuse, the two of them probably wouldn’t be together any time soon.

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