Chapter 270 It’s Far Too Late
Sitting beside Ursula, Thea–who had always been biased toward and doted on Amelia— couldn’t stand seeing her wronged.
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Especially after Amelia had saved her life from the brink of death, her affection and favoritism for the girl only deepened.
“Grandma, Aunt Thea, don’t worry,” Amelia said casually. “She won’t be jumping around for long.”
Indeed, it was only a matter of time. Every time that idiot showed off, her glory never lasted more than a month. It usually lasted ten days at most before she was crushed.
Watching her all smug and proud, basking in the spotlight, only to be slammed right back down.
That was the most satisfying thing ever.
Marcelo, who had trailed after them looking dejected, tried to maintain a cool composure. He wanted to join the conversation but didn’t know where to begin.
He knew Ursula and Thea were now both on Amelia’s side and had started to get fed up with Gianna.
What surprised him, though, was that these two women had always been the only clear–headed ones among the direct bloodline of the Nygards. They were the only ones who hadn’t fallen under Gianna’s spell.
In the past, they might have been kind to Gianna out of respect for his parents, especially in public.
But now, judging from their tone and attitude, they clearly knew what kind of person Gianna truly was.
“Aunt Thea, you know what Gianna is like in private?”
“Of course, you and your brothers were just too stupid to notice. What, are you finally awake
now?”
That stings!
Thea looked at her nephew with open disdain.
Marcelo felt pierced by her gaze, and regret flooded through him. The anger of being deceived twisted deeper inside him.
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Chapter 270 it’s Far Too Late
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“Grandma, d–do you also know Gianna’s true colors?” he asked, still unwilling to give up.
“Hmph! You’ve got the nerve to ask me that? Why don’t you go knock some sense into your parents–and your idiot brothers while you’re at it!”
Ursula looked at him with bitter disappointment. If she weren’t too old and weak, she would’ve slapped him twice and then gone to deal with that pack of fools herself.
Even if Marcelo had finally come to his senses, she still felt it was far too late.
She doubted Amelia would forgive him easily now.
“I-” Marcelo was speechless, the words catching in his throat.
He had always thought he couldn’t match men like Jeremy or Anderson, but at least he saw himself as exceptional–one of the best among his peers.
Yet now, even with all his supposed brilliance, he was outshone by two “retired” elders who saw things with perfect clarity.
And to think, he wasn’t the only one who knew he’d been made a fool of!
Marcelo stole another glance at Amelia not far away, his regret and self–loathing swelling.
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Without hesitation, she stood up, grabbed the back of Marcelo’s collar, and dragged him away.
Marcelo, who was unwanted everywhere, was at a loss for words.
How had I fallen to such a pitiful state?
Within a minute, only Ursula and Amelia were left alone.
“Amelia,” Ursula sighed. “Marcelo is still your brother. I know he once misunderstood you and treated you poorly, but he’s still your family.
“He’s foolish and arrogant, and that’s how he was deceived. But now he’s the first to wake up, and I truly hope you can forgive him.”
Before Amelia could say anything, Ursula continued persuading her.
After all, it hurt no matter which side she chose. She loved her only granddaughter dearly, but she also pitied her eldest grandson.
She wasn’t like that naive Emery, who doted on her adopted daughter so much she completely forgot about her own flesh and blood.
Sure, her grandsons were dumb and hopeless–none of them could even compare to a single toe of her precious granddaughter.
But they were still siblings. And before she left this world to reunite with her late husband, she wished to see them reconciled once more.
Before Gianna’s arrival, before Amelia’s disappearance, the bond between the siblings had been truly close.
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Ruby is a master of holiday romance and slow-burn love stories that warm the heart like a crackling fire. Her novels weave festive magic with lingering glances and tender moments, drawing readers into cozy worlds where love unfolds one snowflake at a time. Off the page, she’s baking cookies and dreaming under twinkling lights.

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