The Heiress They Couldn't Break (Amelia) novel Chapter 406

**TITLE: Broken by Destiny by George Orwell 406**

**Chapter 406: He Found His Voice**

Cora’s heart was heavy with the weight of her thoughts, yet the image of Floyd left alone in a world without her pushed her forward, refusing to let despair claim her. The idea of him navigating life without her guidance was unbearable. She clung to the hope that she could endure long enough to witness him blossom into adulthood, to see him flourish into the person she knew he could be.

When Floyd finally spoke, a wave of joy washed over Cora, momentarily drowning out all her worries. In that fleeting moment, nothing else in the universe held any significance.

Floyd cast a quick glance at Cora, a gentle nod of reassurance passing between them. He then hesitantly approached Amelia, his small fingers nervously tugging at the hem of her dress. The slight tremor in his hands betrayed his anxiety.

“I L-like… Ms. Pretty,” he stammered, his voice soft and a touch unsteady, yet the clarity of his words resonated in the quiet room.

Jeremy raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. Is this little guy trying to steal my thunder? he mused, amusement dancing in his eyes as he observed the scene unfold.

Cora felt a wave of relief wash over her. “It’s okay, Floyd. What truly matters is that you’re happy and not being bullied,” she reassured him, her heart swelling with pride. Even though her grandson grappled with his speech, his willingness to express himself was a monumental leap forward, a beacon of hope in their lives.

Turning her gaze toward Amelia, Cora wore an expression of sincere apology. “I’m truly sorry, young lady. We misunderstood your intentions earlier. I hope you can forgive us.”

Amelia met her gaze with calm composure. “It’s fine,” she replied, her voice steady. “As long as the truth is clear now.” But her tone shifted slightly, a hint of firmness creeping in. “However, some individuals still require proper guidance. Otherwise, they might embarrass your family in public.”

Esmond acknowledged Amelia’s point, nodding slowly. “You’re right. My daughter isn’t even half as sensible as Floyd,” he conceded, a hint of regret in his voice. “I’ll arrange for someone to teach her how to conduct herself properly.”

Brielle’s heart sank at her father’s words, resentment bubbling within her, yet she remained silent, unwilling to challenge him. Her animosity toward Amelia intensified, but Amelia, unfazed by Brielle’s feelings, continued to hold her ground.

“It seems that Floyd and Amelia share a unique connection,” Cora remarked, her eyes sparkling with hope. “If the opportunity arises, I would love for you to visit our home more often. I’m certain Floyd would be thrilled to see you.”

In that moment, Cora’s world narrowed down to this singular desire. She longed for Amelia’s presence, believing that perhaps, just perhaps, this bond could help Floyd heal and grow stronger.