Under the Heiress' Facade

Amelia's eyes widened with a sudden sense of dread as Hera revealed that Queenie had concealed the truth about Isabella and Madison's deaths. Queenie was intending to frame her for the crime.

Amelia's mind raced. This was a matter of life and death, and she, Queenie's biological daughter, struggled to comprehend such betrayal.

Despite Queenie's disdain for her, she couldn't believe her own mother would stoop that low.

"No, this couldn't be true!" Amelia quickly dismissed the accusation.

She figured that Hera must have been trying to drive a wedge between them.

Amelia quickly masked her shock and snapped, "Stop spreading lies just to stir up trouble! Keep an eye on her!"

Her latter sentences were aimed at Eric as she clicked away in her high heels.

Eric hurriedly shut the wooden door and locked it again.

Hera let out a sigh of relief when the door closed before collapsing weakly to the ground.

After a while, she rummaged through her pocket and retrieved a small packet of black pills. Hera quickly tore it open and poured the pills into her mouth. After swallowing them dry, she closed her eyes to rest.

Eric caught up with Amelia outside the woodshed.

"Ms. Gaskell, Mrs. Gaskell wants you to handle this," he said while making a throat-slitting gesture.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Amelia was stunned. She wondered if he was saying that she should kill Hera.

She had never even slaughtered a chicken before, and yet Queenie wanted her to take a life.

She silently questioned if Queenie was genuinely her mother. Amelia's mind was in turmoil. She contemplated how much Queenie had kept hidden from her.

"Mrs. Gaskell said once you've handled this, she'll promote you to chief financial officer. It's such a good deal. Stop hesitating," Eric urged after lighting a cigarette.

Amelia listened to his casual tone. It was as if he were asking her to take a few extra steps, not commit murder. She couldn't help but wonder how many lives Eric had taken to be so indifferent.

A chill ran down her spine as Amelia said, "I need to return and discuss this with my mom first."

With that, she boarded her private jet.

Three and a half hours later, Amelia arrived at the Gaskell residence.

Queenie was enjoying an at-home spa treatment when suddenly, the door was flung open, startling her spa therapist.

"Why are you back?"

Queenie frowned at Amelia's unexpected return.

"Why did you lie to me?"

Amelia's eyes were red as she confronted Queenie.

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During her journey back, she had spoken to several people and confirmed the deaths of Isabella and Madison. Queenie had concealed the truth from her completely.

"What are you talking about?" Queenie asked, dressed in a bathrobe.

After sitting up, she gestured for her spa therapist to leave.

Now left alone with Queenie, Amelia got straight to the point.

"Isabella and Madison are dead. Yet, you lied and claimed they had escaped. You made me deal with the person who helped them!" Queenie's face darkened.

"Who told you that?"

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