The Heiress They Couldn't Break (Amelia) novel Chapter 394

**Chapter 394: The Arrival of the Mentor**

Whitney stood tall, an imposing figure in the academic realm, her status and expertise far surpassing that of Rolf. In fact, she occupied a position so elevated that it was as if she were perched on a pedestal, while Rolf remained firmly on the ground below. The disparity in their ranks was not merely slight; it was a chasm that few dared to bridge.

The atmosphere was thick with tension, as no one in the vicinity had the audacity to challenge Whitney or provoke her in any way. After all, to offend a member of the Curran family was akin to inviting disaster upon oneself. Rolf, caught in the throes of humiliation, never anticipated that Whitney would come to the defense of that young woman. The embarrassment he felt was suffocating, wrapping around him like a vise, leaving him trapped in an uncomfortable predicament with no graceful exit in sight.

Frustration bubbled within him, mingling with a deep sense of shame. He felt exposed, as if all eyes were scrutinizing his every move. Sabrina, perceptive as always and deeply attuned to Rolf’s moods, recognized the brewing storm. She understood that if she didn’t intervene, Rolf would inevitably unleash his pent-up anger on her and Brielle later. The thought of Rolf holding a grudge against her was unbearable; she had to act.

“Ms. Nygard,” Sabrina began, her voice steady yet gentle, “I’ve heard that you haven’t received formal training and that you lack a true mentor to guide you. It’s completely understandable to feel a bit lost in this environment. Perhaps we should shift our focus? Why don’t we all go grab something to eat and drink?”

Sabrina rarely took the initiative to speak up in such a manner, but the urgency of the situation compelled her to do so. By subtly undermining Amelia’s confidence, she hoped to help Rolf reclaim a semblance of dignity. Her heart raced as she suggested the diversion, praying that the guests would disperse, seeking snacks and drinks, and forming small groups to chat. Anything was preferable to the suffocating crowd that surrounded them now.

As she had hoped, Rolf’s expression began to soften. He didn’t seem to have made a grave mistake in supporting Amelia after all. Sabrina was indeed sharp—intelligent, socially aware, and gifted with words that could smooth over the roughest of situations. With her deft maneuvering, the crowd’s gaze shifted away from Rolf, granting him the precious space he needed to breathe.

The way Sabrina spoke implied that Amelia was merely an amateur, lacking genuine mentorship or training, casting a shadow of doubt over her confidence. The atmosphere grew quiet, and just as it seemed the crowd would slowly disperse, a commanding voice sliced through the air.

“Who dares to say that Amelia lacks a capable professor? Who claims she has no mentor? Am I invisible to all of you?”

The voice was rich and resonant, tinged with a hint of indignation. All heads turned to see a distinguished man, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, striding toward them with a purposeful gait. His presence demanded attention, and he exuded an air of authority that was hard to ignore.

“Who has the audacity to question Amelia’s dedication to her pharmaceutical studies? Who would dare suggest she is without a mentor?”

Amelia’s usually composed demeanor brightened momentarily upon spotting him. “Truman,” she called softly, her voice laced with relief and warmth.

Curiosity, it seemed, had indeed led this individual to the edge of folly.

“Oh, not quite,” Truman replied, his honesty cutting through the air.

The crowd fell into an expectant hush. They had assumed, especially given his earlier remarks and the warmth of his interaction with Amelia, that a mentor-mentee relationship existed between them. Secretly, they were envious, pondering how fortunate Amelia must be to have such a figure in her corner.

But the revelation was a twist they hadn’t anticipated.

Gianna, who had been silently panicking, felt a wave of relief wash over her when she heard Truman’s denial. The tension in her face melted, and she couldn’t suppress a laugh—one laced with disdain and disbelief.

In that moment, the atmosphere shifted once more, the balance of power recalibrating in ways no one could have foreseen.