When the Dead Still Call novel Chapter 350

**Title: Broken by Destiny by George Orwell – Chapter 350: Nothing Left**

As Jeremy’s gaze fell upon the screen of his phone, the abrupt end of the call with Amelia echoed in his mind like a haunting refrain. He let out a deep, exasperated sigh, a sound that seemed to resonate with the weight of the moment.

Amelia was a force of nature, unyielding and bold in every aspect of her life. She tackled challenges with a fierce determination, never flinching in the face of adversity. Yet, when it came to matters of the heart, she transformed into a ghost, retreating into the shadows of her own fears.

It was a paradox that Jeremy had come to understand well. He was acutely aware that her feelings for him weren’t rooted in dislike; rather, they stemmed from her upbringing—a life shaped by strength and independence. Love, a wild and unpredictable emotion, sent her into a panic, a feeling she could not control.

With a heavy heart, he resolved to give her the space she needed. After all, what good could come from pushing her further away? The world could be a cruel place, and even the most handsome and affluent men could find themselves alone, yearning for companionship.

How true that old adage was, he mused bitterly.

Just as he was lost in thought, his phone erupted into a cacophony of ringing, the sound sharp and insistent. He didn’t need to check the caller ID; he recognized the frantic rhythm of Bridget’s calls all too well.

He had taken the bold step of canceling the engagement online, a decision that had left Bridget seething with rage. The silence that followed his action had been deafening, and now, her fury was about to spill over.

With a steady hand, he answered the call, bracing himself for the storm.

“Jeremy! What on earth are you doing? How could you cancel the engagement like that? Do you even care about how I feel?” Bridget’s voice boomed through the receiver, a tempest of emotion that could rival thunder itself.

“I’ve made my position clear, Bridget,” Jeremy replied, his tone unwavering. “I’ve told you time and again that these arranged marriages are absurd. Our family doesn’t need to engage in political maneuvering, and I certainly don’t need a woman to ‘secure my status.’”

“I know you don’t need it,” Bridget shot back, her frustration palpable. “But Sabrina is a wonderful girl! If you let her go, you’ll never find another like her.”

“Then who is it that you think I want? Don’t tell me you believe it’s Amelia! I won’t stand for that!”

“If you’re finished, I’m hanging up,” Jeremy said, his voice devoid of hesitation. He had no interest in Bridget’s approval or disapproval.

Anyone who dared to belittle Amelia was essentially challenging him, and he had no intention of engaging in a conversation that disrespected her.

He was on the verge of disconnecting the call when Bridget’s voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. “Wait! Come home. Right now.”

She knew that he was seconds away from ending the call, and she realized that mere words wouldn’t suffice. He needed to return to the Curran Estate, where she could confront him face-to-face.

Meanwhile, in another part of the estate…

“No matter her rank, you both share the same workplace,” Bridget said, laughter bubbling up, lightening the mood. “Sabrina, you’re far too humble for your own good.”

“Regardless, I will support you and Jeremy, no matter what happens. Don’t take his scandals with those actresses to heart. They’re nothing but fleeting rumors, not worth your time.”

“Even if I don’t approve of Amelia, trust me—Whitney will oppose it even more fiercely.”

To Bridget, Amelia was just another actress entangled in Jeremy’s life, a passing fancy that held no real significance. In the entertainment industry, actresses often dreamed of marrying into wealth, but those dreams rarely came to fruition.

Thus, Bridget felt no real concern.

“Alright, I understand. I’ll heed your advice, Bridget,” Sabrina replied softly, her voice as soothing as a gentle breeze.

Her calm demeanor, sweet nature, and polite manner made her the epitome of what elders cherished in a daughter.

Beautiful, accomplished, well-educated, and hailing from a powerful family, Sabrina was the embodiment of a perfect high-society daughter.