Mr. Kevin Everly sat on the edge of his bed, letting out a long sigh. "You have no idea, Ama," he began, frustration evident in his voice, "those two are nothing but trouble..."
By "those two," he meant Emma and Andrew. "They're not worth your sympathy for being kicked out," he assured her.
Amara wasn't the type to feel sorry for someone who had insulted her. She was more curious about what Emma and Andrew had done to make Mr. Kevin Everly despise them so much, especially Andrew, who was his own son.
Regardless, Emma and Andrew were still part of the Everly family. From the way Emma was talking, it seemed Andrew would be returning soon as well. Amara figured it would be best to leave the Everly household for a while, especially since the family wasn't visiting Hogan in the hospital every day. That very night, she returned to her own apartment.
Around ten, Finnian showed up. As soon as he walked through the door, he asked, "Did my mom say something out of line to you today? Amara, I'm sorry."
Finnian's face was clouded with anger, and there was a storm brewing in his eyes.
"It's not your fault," Amara said, pressing her lips together. "There's no need for you to apologize on her behalf. Besides, Grandpa already had a word with her."
Finnian stayed silent, but the storm in his eyes only intensified, as if he was deeply frustrated with his mother.
Amara couldn't help her curiosity. "Wasn't Mrs. Emma Everly living abroad? What brings her back now?"
Finnian's expression darkened further. "My father returned to the country, so she followed."
Just as she had suspected. Amara fell silent, unsure of how to respond.
"Oh, by the way," Finnian said, "we've located the car that hit us on the highway."
Finnian wasn't someone you wanted to mess with. If someone tried to run him off the road, he'd make sure they regretted it, especially when it involved Amara.
A determined glint flickered in his eyes, and Amara noticed it, sending a chill down her spine.
"Don't go overboard," Amara urged, worried he might do something extreme. "Just make sure she can't come after us again." That was the main concern.
Amelia still held a grudge against her, and if Amelia ever tried something again, it could end disastrously. Finnian nodded, "I know what I'm doing."
Finnian was efficient, having already tracked down the car with the obscured license plate. Amara trusted him to handle things, so after he left, she went to bed, feeling somewhat reassured.

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