The Heiress They Couldn't Break (Amelia) novel Chapter 390

**Title: Broken by Destiny by George Orwell 390**
**Chapter 390: Clueless Whitney**

In a quick flurry of agreement, someone chimed in, “Yes, that’s absolutely true. This ending is better for everyone involved.”

Sabrina, ever the epitome of composure and adept at masking her true feelings, felt a surge of frustration bubbling beneath the surface at Whitney’s bizarre yet seemingly logical assertions.

Her expression morphed, the corners of her mouth tightening as a shadow crossed her features. The rhythm of her breathing became erratic, each inhalation a struggle.

When had she ever shown any dissatisfaction with this engagement?

When had she ever conveyed that Jeremy was anything less than admirable in her eyes?

And when had she ever suggested that she needed to marry someone from the same profession?

This was nothing but a figment of Whitney’s imagination, a projection of her own desires!

Yet, with the words spoken so openly in front of the gathering crowd, Sabrina found herself trapped.

Finished.

If she refuted Whitney’s claims, it would paint her as someone desperate to marry into the Curran family, as if Jeremy were her only option.

Sabrina had been raised in privilege; she would never stoop to such a level of humiliation.

Amelia, observing the exchange with keen interest, noted every fleeting change in Sabrina’s demeanor. A smirk tugged at her lips as she found the situation amusing.

Were Whitney and her son really that oblivious?

Did they genuinely fail to see the discomfort radiating from Sabrina?

No, it was more than mere discomfort. She looked as if the very sky might crash down upon her.

Whether Whitney was truly unaware of the tension, Amelia couldn’t determine.

But one thing was crystal clear: Jeremy was fully aware of the impact his presence had on Sabrina.

From the way her expression shifted and how her gaze darted toward him, it was evident—Sabrina held deep feelings for him.

“Uh—Whitney, that’s not what I meant … I—I—I … ”

Brielle’s anxiety surged as panic set in. She wanted to clarify and rectify Whitney’s misunderstanding, but her nerves rendered her tongue-tied.

All the usual boldness that characterized her arguments vanished in an instant, leaving her utterly speechless.

“Brielle, stop talking.” Sabrina finally interjected, her voice firm yet laced with urgency.

Things had already spiraled into chaos. The more they spoke, the deeper the hole they dug. Silence, she believed, was their safest option.

“That’s right,” Whitney chirped, her tone upbeat. “Look, Sabrina just told you to be quiet. That means she agrees with what I’ve said.”

Turning to Sabrina, she flashed a bright smile. “Don’t worry, Sabrina. I’ll introduce you to someone even better, someone more suitable for you.”

She had expected Whitney to be a sharp, formidable woman; instead, she now appeared rather ordinary.

Her reasoning was not only peculiar but astonishingly naive!

How could Whitney possibly think that Sabrina didn’t like Jeremy?

Couldn’t she see the storm brewing in Sabrina’s eyes? Was she blind to her discomfort?

It was no wonder Sabrina had developed an aversion to Whitney; the revelation struck Regina like a bolt of lightning.

If there was one person Regina despised more than anyone else, it would undoubtedly be Whitney.

Even more than she loathed Emery.

Yet, Whitney remained blissfully unaware.

After wrapping up her conversation with Sabrina, she cheerfully sauntered over to Amelia, attempting to engage her in casual conversation as if nothing had transpired.

At that moment, a sudden buzz rippled through the crowd. Whispers and murmurs filled the air like a rising tide.

The key figures of the conference had finally arrived.

Everyone turned their attention to the entrance, where a group of scholars, their expressions serious and commanding, began to make their way inside.