Under the Heiress' Facade

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 same old 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.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

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 defiance. But faced with Queenie's cold stare, words failed her.

Tears flowed uncontrollably, soaking her clothes and chilling her heart.

"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 coax her forward. But beyond her lay an abyss.

A knock on the door interrupted them, and the butler's voice came faintly from outside, "Mrs. Gaskell, Mr. Graham has arrived." "Let him in."

Queenie patted 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

el

memory card. Last night, before

Queenie sent her to Lensvale,

someone had brought it, claiming it had been found in some woods.

"Great. Thank you. You may go," Queenie said after taking the memory card.

After Alfred left, she briefly examined the card. With a cold chuckle, she tossed it into the trash can.

Afterward, 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 retum now. When you come home, 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 the woodshed. 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 some food."

Hera almost gagged at the middle-aged man calling her "babe".

Noticing the slightly opened door, Hera flirtatiously smiled at Joseph.

She lowered her eyes and said softly, "But I can't eat with my hands tied. Can you untie me?"