The Heiress They Couldn't Break (Amelia) novel Chapter 415

**TITLE: Broken by Destiny**

**Chapter 415: Ungrateful**

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In a moment of bitter reflection, Amelia found herself wishing misfortune upon her own mother.

“Exactly! Amelia, how can you speak to your mother like that? What has turned you so cold?”

Maxwell, who had been a silent observer throughout the tension-filled dinner, seized the opportunity to interject. His voice emerged too quickly, laced with a desperate need to assert his presence.

“Yeah, sure,” Amelia replied, her tone flat and devoid of any enthusiasm, almost as if she were bored by the entire exchange.

Some people, she mused, were hopelessly misguided. They took the purest intentions and contorted them, transforming them into something toxic.

So, she chose silence, allowing the weight of her thoughts to settle around her like a heavy fog.

The evening at the Nygards’ opulent mansion concluded in a thick, oppressive silence.

Ursula’s gaze followed Amelia as she stormed out, the tension in her shoulders evident as she disappeared through the doorway. Then, her eyes shifted to Emery, and a sense of unease stirred within her, coiling tightly in her chest like a knot she couldn’t unravel.

With a gentle touch, she stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on Emery’s shoulder. “Sweetheart, perhaps it would be wise to get checked out. It won’t hurt anything, and it might ease our minds.”

Emery recoiled, irritation flashing across her features like lightning. “Ursula, please stop indulging her nonsense. I’m perfectly fine. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with me.”

Without another word, she seized her son’s hand and strode out, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor, each step echoing her frustration.

Ursula remained rooted in place, staring at the closed door long after they had left. A frown creased her brow as she released a long, weary sigh, the sound filled with the weight of unspoken worries.

Deep down, she sensed the truth. The rift between Amelia and the family had grown insurmountable, a chasm that felt impossible to bridge now.

Yet, another thought gnawed at her. Miguel had been complaining of chest pains lately.

He had visited the doctor, who assured him it was nothing serious, attributing it to stress and exhaustion.

But Ursula couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling in her gut. Something was amiss, lurking beneath the surface, even if no one else dared to acknowledge it.

Meanwhile, Amelia had already distanced herself from the old Nygard estate. Her car glided through the city, the vibrant lights reflecting her tumultuous thoughts as she pulled into the sleek, modern facade of Nygard Group’s headquarters.

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The moment the company discovered that she had been personally trained by Walter, one of the most esteemed figures in their field, everything shifted dramatically.

Those who once whispered behind her back now greeted her with smiles, their expressions a mask of feigned admiration as she walked by.

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“If you want to go after Gianna, I’ll support you. I won’t hesitate. I’ll do whatever it takes to bring her down.

“Let’s just make peace. Let’s return to what we once had. You and I, brother and sister again.”

Marcelo had wrestled with himself for hours before deciding to come here.

He had finally come to the realization that his sister had transformed; she was no longer the soft-hearted girl who once endured their cruelty without complaint.

He knew she would never reach out first. She would never lower her head, nor pretend that the past didn’t exist.

Returning to the Nygards was out of the question.

So, he made his choice. Partly because he needed her assistance, but also because he longed to mend the frayed threads of their relationship.

If she could find it in her heart to forgive him, he vowed to take down Gianna himself. He would expel her from the Nygard family and never look back.

Amelia leaned back in her chair, her eyes as cold and unyielding as ice. “Save your breath. I don’t need your help. Just leave. I don’t want you anywhere near me.”

Brother and sister? That bond had long since withered away, buried beneath the weight of betrayal and resentment.