The Heiress They Couldn't Break novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43 The Trash You Treasure

Howe could he even bring this up again?

Amelia’s patience snapped. What’s wrong with him?

Why wouldn’t he stop chasing after me?

Isn’t he supposed to be clinging tightly to Gianna?

Vincent froze, regret flickering across his face.

“That day, I didn’t think it through. I won’t do it again,” he said quietly.

But deep down, he still didn’t believe he was wrong. To him, a human life had always been more important than an engagement.

Finished

“Didn’t think it through?” Amelia shot back with a mocking smile. “Who are you trying to fool? Anyway, it doesn’t matter now. From here on, we’re done. We have nothing to do with each other.”

Vincent fell silent. Then he suddenly lifted his head, eyes burning into hers. “Amelia, what if I told you the one I really like is you?”

Amelia stiffened, then let out a cold laugh. “Vincent, you make me sick.”

She turned to leave, but Vincent grabbed her wrist, desperate. “Amelia, just hear me out-”

“Let go!” Amelia yanked her hand free, her eyes sharp as a blade. “Vincent, don’t make me look down on you even more.”

The icy glare in her eyes cut him deeper than a knife. His hand loosened without thinking.

Right then, a sugary voice floated down the hallway.

“Vincent!”

Gianna came hurrying over, slipping her arm through his with practiced sweetness. But her eyes, full of challenge, locked on Amelia. “How can you talk to Vincent like that?”

Amelia. Again.

Why couldn’t this bitch just disappear?

Yesterday, Gianna had purposely mentioned Thea’s condition to Vincent, just to test his reaction.

She hadn’t expected him to show up at the hospital today.

The thought made her furious.

Is Vincent still thinking about Amelia?

Otherwise, why would he come running the moment he heard the news?

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Chapter 43 The Trash You Treasure

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And worse–why is he still tangled up with her?

Gianna’s gaze at Amelia was burning with hate.

Amelia couldn’t be bothered. She turned to leave.

But Gianna wouldn’t let it go. She clung tighter to Vincent’s arm, her voice trembling as if she were wronged. “Amelia, you’ve got it all wrong. There’s nothing between me and Vincent. Please, don’t do this to him. He really cares about you.”

Amelia stopped mid–step. Slowly, she turned her head and gave Gianna a cold, cutting look. “Don’t flatter yourself. And for the record, I’m not a trash can. I don’t recycle garbage.”

Gianna’s face went pale.

Amelia’s lips curled in a mocking smile. “The man I threw away, you scooped up like treasure. And you parade him around in front of me every chance you get. What’s wrong, Gianna? Addicted to picking up other people’s trash?”

Gianna’s face turned pale with anger. She glared at Vincent. “You! Vincent, look at her-”

But Vincent didn’t even seem to hear her. His eyes were locked on Amelia, his brows drawn together.

She had changed.

The timid girl he remembered was gone, replaced by someone confident, glowing, and impossible to ignore.

Gianna’s stomach twisted. Panic flashed through her eyes.

Then, in a sudden move, she clutched her stomach and leaned weakly against Vincent. “Vincent stomach hurts… ” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Vincent snapped back to reality and immediately caught her by the arm. “What’s wrong?”

Tears filled Gianna’s eyes as she whimpered, “Maybe I ate something bad.”

Amelia rolled her eyes.

Here she goes again. Same act, same fake pain.

Couldn’t she come up with anything new?

The funniest part was that Vincent always fell for it.

He never once doubted her.

In his mind, Gianna was a sweet, honest girl who would never lie.

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Feeling Amelia’s cold stare, Vincent’s expression changed. He tried to explain, “Gianna’s not feeling well-”

Amelia cut him off with a mocking laugh. “Vincent, do you ever use your brain?”

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10:49 pm GPP

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