Chapter 99

Lewis Family's old mansion. Amelia sat on the velvet couch in the living room, clinging to Stella' arm with a sweet, careful smile. "Mom, the trip must've worn you out, right? Let me give you a quick back rub." "You've gotten prettier, Amelia," Stella commented. It sounded kind, but Amelia could feel an invisible distance behind those words. Stella had never been particularly warm to her, even when she was little—probably because they weren't really related by blood. And ever since it was revealed that Amelia wasn't the biological daughter of the Lewis family, the coldness only got worse. The Lewis family was still actively searching for her biological parents. That terrified her. Deep down, she knew her real parents—whoever they were—could never match the wealth, status, or power of the Lewis family. As harsh as it might sound, part of her hoped they were already dead. That way, the Lewises wouldn't have a reason to cut her off. If they're still alive... then she'd likely be sent back