The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Amelia suppressed her grievances and forced out her brightest smile, adding a touch of obedient charm. She spoke softly, "I heard you were ill. Steve came to see you immediately, which shows how much he cares about you. If you do not mind, may I take care of you for the next few days? Just let me know what you want to eat, and I'll make it for you."

Seeing this, Steven felt his heart aching. He could not help but wrap his arm around Amelia's waist, pulling her into his embrace with a heavy breath.

He felt hurt that Amelia had to humble herself to please his family and had to endure all this just to leave a good impression on his parents. She was his treasure, yet at this moment, he felt as if he was humiliating her.

Chelsea initially felt a sense of pride seeing the Thompson family's heiress trying so hard to please her. But when she saw Steve being affectionate with this girl right in front of her, she thought it was just a ploy to win them over and seduce her son. It was not genuine affection.

The next second, Chelsea sneered. "Ms. Thompson, there's no need to trouble yourself. My son hired a professional caregiver for me. You are of noble birth and unused to chores. It would only shorten my life if you tried to take care of me."

Amelia's breath hitched. She bit her lower lip anxiously, her fair cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Even if you don't appreciate it, you shouldn't say such sarcastic things to hurt her!" Steven frowned, tightening his grip on Amelia's

I being sarcastic? Does your mother not even have

with anger. She

yet, but you

the ICU!" Hunter

saw his wife mercilessly lashing out at Amelia, he hesitated several times to speak up but ultimately did not

gaze on Amelia as cold as a blade slicing through her delicate, rosy skin. "Ms. Thompson, there were some things I planned to tell

of you

graceful back was

was hoarse and

choosing a future daughter-in-law, I do not seek someone