NovelEnglishChapter 252 Amelia's tears overflowed, and they streamed down her cheeks without restraint.
"Amy," Queenie called softly after noticing Amelia's tears, She got out of bed, walked over, and gently cupped Amelia's face to wipe away the tears.
With uncharacteristic patience, Queenie said, "I had no choice. For the sake of our family, you need to make a small sacrifice" "A small sacrifice" It was the sold authoritative tone, leaving no room for negotiation. However, this was a matter of life and death, not mere trivialities like giving up on piano for accounting How could Queenie have said it so casually? Amelia couldn't help but question her existence in the Gaskell family. She wondered if she was merely a pawn to them.
Amelia tried to speak as she was filled with deflance but faced with Queenie's cold stare, words failed her. Tears Blowed uncontrollably, soaking her clothes and chilling her heart.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Alright. Enough with the tears now. It's not a big deal just go and do it. Aurora and I will side with you," Queenie coaxed gently as she patiently wiped away Amelia's tears with a tissue.
Amelia stared blankly at her.
In this moment, Queenie appeared like a caring mother, offering the affection Amelia had always longed for to coux her forward. But beyond her lay an abyss.
A knock on the door interrupted them, and the butler's voice cfaintly from outside, "Mrs. Gaskell, Mr. Graham has arrived." "Let him in." Queenie parted Amelia's shoulder, signaling her to relax.
As the door opened, Amelia quickly turned her back as she didn't want to be seen in her current state.
"Mrs. Gaskell, I've cleared all the contents from the memory card," Alfred Graham said.
Memory card? Amelia glanced at Alfred as he handed Queenie a small white envelope. Inside was a memory card from an old phone.
She vaguely remembered the memory card. Last night, before Queenie sent her to Lensvale, someone had brought it, claiming it had been found in swoods.
"Great Thank you. You may go," Queenie said after talking the memory card.
After Alfred left, she briefly examined the card. With a cold chuckle, she tossed it into the trash can.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfterward, she called the spa therapist back to continue her treatment.
Seeing that Amelia had stopped crying, Queenie said, "Amy, if you have no more questions, you should return now. When you chome, we can have a spa day together." Amelia looked at Queenie, who lay on the bed, with a conflicted expression After a long silence, she replied, "Alright." Before leaving, Amelia deliberately walked past the trash can. When she stepped outside, a memory card was hidden in her palm.
Meanwhile, after taking the pill, Hera rested for two hours in thewoodsked Her headache eased, and her cold sweats and fever began to subside. However, she felt parched and exceptionally hungry. She needed water urgently
Suddenly, there was a noise outside the door, followed by the sound of a lock turning Hera quickly resumed her position on the floor, pretending to be tied up.
The door opened, revealing Joseph Allen, the sly-faced man who had knocked Hera out the night before. Joseph entered, leaving the door ajar. Carrying a tray, he approached Hera with a lecherous grin "Hey babe, I've brought you sfood." Here almost gagged at the middle-aged man calling her "babe".
Noticing the slightly opened door, Hera flirtatiouslysmiled at Joseph, She lowered berryrs and said softly, “But I can't eat with my hands tied. Can you untie me?" Peter Grill CH/F-PSE Let it Loose!
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