Chapter 109

Being a good talker doesn't always beat being a good listener. Amelia's words held more meaning than what was said outright, and there was no way Stella could miss it. As the wife of a tycoon, Stella had met her fair share of people and seen through enough facades. Maybe not entirely a mind-reader, but she could definitely catch hints pretty well. She gently patted Amelia's hand, her smile as graceful and warm as ever. "Amelia, sweetie, I'm a little tired. I'm going to head upstairs and rest. You and your brother have a nice chat." She slowly pulled her hand back. But that barely-there rejection still stung—invisible, but sharp. Amelia felt it like a quiet, dull ache that never fully went away. It had always been like this—distant, polite, and never quite close. Samuel walked over, standing next to Amelia, eyes cold as he glanced sideways at her. "My mom's not senile. You think a few sly words from just anyone can mess with her head?" Just anyone… a few sly words... It was yet another