The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Amelia felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. A surge of coldness rose in her trembling chest. The redness from her earlier embarrassment drained from her face, leaving her pale and pitiful.

She looked into Chelsea's tearful eyes, seeing through her act to the true loathing underneath. In the past, Amelia might have turned and fled, hiding in a secluded corner to wallow in self-pity and tears. But this time, a strange courage surged within her. She had the determination to face the Lovett family head-on.

Amelia loved Steven. Was it wrong to love? Why should she bow to them? If she slunk away in defeat, wouldn't that be admitting that Chelsea was right?

"Ms. Amelia, did you understand what I said?" Chelsea maintained her frail appearance, but her tone was icy.

to burst. "Direct your anger at me. As an elder, how can

how you're supposed to talk to your mother? You're being outrageous!" Neil finally couldn't

this. He was furious and shocked that his usually obedient and considerate youngest son had changed

son's heart, was too dangerous. If she continued to influence him, Steve would completely break away from the family. Chelsea's eyes blazed with anger as she glared at Amelia. "What did I do to her? I was just having a woman-to-woman conversation with Ms. Amelia. What use is it to talk to you? Can

where he has to choose between love and family. You wouldn't want to see him live the rest of his

loving and kind

slightly. He too felt his wife's words were excessive, but without such harshness, how could the Lovett family recover their dignity? How could Steven sever ties with this girl? The veins on Steven's forehead throbbed wildly as he was about to speak. At that moment,