The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Despite how much Steven wanted to stay to accompany Amelia, he could not turn a blind eye to his mother's condition and took her to the hospital. After the intense family drama, the spacious living room exuded a suffocating tension.

Celeste clenched the hem of her shirt tightly with her right hand and grabbed Mila's arm with her left hand, unable to utter a word after a long time.

"Celeste... Are you alright?" Mila rubbed Celeste's cold hand.

"I'm fine." Celeste's voice was dry and trembling.

"Although the Iverson family is a den of vipers, the Lovett family isn't much better!"

Mila shook her head indignantly. "Wyatt had even assisted them in their early years. I thought they would genuinely feel grateful to our family, but now it's clear that they've raised an ungrateful wolf cub. Steven is a good man, but his parents and brother... Sigh! I'm afraid Amelia would be bullied if she marries into that family!"

"Mila, don't say it anymore."

Celeste closed her eyes with tears, shaking her head in guilt. "It's not Steven's or anyone's fault... Blame me if you must. I'm useless and powerless, unable to give my daughter a happy marriage."

Amelia had hidden herself upstairs in the dark,

and Hunter's harsh words and saw Steven standing

if she were being stabbed

a dark corner like a staggering elder, curling up and hugging her knees, wanting to hide herself from the world. "Amelia? Amelia? Are you

sound and saw Amelia sobbing, curling into a ball like a kitten. Her maternal instincts kicked in

are you

hung on Amelia's eyelashes, her pitiful appearance causing distress to Sasha's

hate me. Am

eyes and ass had switched places, so

sad, but her stepmother's straightforward words cheered her

that's the spirit! Our Amelia looks the best when she smiles!" Sasha reached out to wipe away her tears, but she still felt quite upset

Sasha was pissed.