Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 265

Two faces—remarkably alike, sharing six or seven features—stared at each other across the room.

In three years, their features hadn’t changed much, but their auras had become worlds apart.

Time had softened Violet. The sharp, cunning edge she once wore had faded, replaced by a gentle, almost serene composure.

Amelia, on the other hand, was radiant and magnetic, confidence and ease flowing from every line of her face. She was no longer the girl tormented by love, eating herself alive with doubt and regret.

Violet looked at her and suddenly smiled. “It’s been a while, Amelia.”

Some things never changed. Even with people she disliked, Violet could still manage a smile.

Amelia’s own face remained blank; she didn’t even bother to fake politeness. She turned to leave.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out why Violet was here. Amelia had no desire to be dragged into pointless drama again.

She had barely turned when two people stepped out of the hospital room. A sharp, furious voice tore through the quiet.

“Violet, how dare you show your face here?”

Grandma Edith was a firecracker by nature, but years of high society training kept her from slapping Violet outright. Catching sight of Amelia by the elevator, she hurried over, grabbing her hand and stammering an anxious explanation. “Amelia, we had no idea she’d come. We’d never try to upset you on purpose. Please, don’t be angry!”

Grace chimed in quickly, “She’s right, Amelia, it’s all just a big misunderstanding!”

Amelia was surprised.

She’d always known where Grandma Edith stood when it came to Violet, but Grace… She had no idea how Grace felt about Violet. Toward Amelia herself, Grace had always been a little chilly—like a mother-in-law with a knack for sharp words.

Why the sudden warmth?

“Grandma, I should go. This is getting awkward,” Amelia said quietly.

“What’s there to be awkward about? If that shameless woman isn’t embarrassed, why should you be?”

“Grandma, you’re right. It’s all my fault. I deserve whatever you say. I just hope you don’t get too angry. If it hurts your health, that’s another sin on me.”

Grandma Edith, ready to fire off another barrage, was abruptly disarmed—like a cannon doused with cold water.

That’s how it goes. When you’re yelling at someone and they shout back, your anger flares up; but if they just drop to their knees and beg forgiveness, your words dry up in your throat.

It’s like throwing a punch and hitting nothing but air.

“Why are you kneeling? I’m not dead yet, and even if I were, you wouldn’t need to kneel for me.”

Violet stayed where she was, her long hair falling over her shoulders as she bowed lower. “I’ll never forget what the Campbell family has done for me. You all deserve my respect—kneeling is the least I can do.”

Three years had passed, and Violet’s tactics were more polished than ever. She could teach a master class in emotional manipulation.

Amelia had seen enough of the show. As she turned away, her gaze landed on Daniel, who was leaning quietly against the doorway, watching it all unfold.