Emma’s eyes bulged with fury, her whole body trembling as she jabbed a finger at Amara, sputtering “You— you—” but unable to get out a full sentence.
The Everly family was the elite of Wye’s upper class. Even if Emma had suffered setbacks with her husband in recent years, her status remained untouchable—never before had she been treated like this.
She stormed forward, her voice sharp as a whip. “Amara, did you just curse me to die? You little brat, you—!”
“Mrs. Emma Everly, if you keep spouting nonsense, don’t blame me for what happens next!” Amara cut her off coldly, refusing to let Emma hurl more insults.
She had no intention of indulging Emma’s tantrums anymore, and Emma could see right through her. People on the outside liked to say Amara was meek, someone easy to push around—but that was a lie. She was no doormat; she was a tigress.
Emma dropped any pretense, her glare steely. “I’m here to warn you. Stop showing up at the Everly estate. You’re no longer part of the family, so what business do you have barging in all the time?”
Lately, Emma had been dropping by the old house now and then, always asking the staff if Amara had visited. The fact that Amara was there even more often than she was made Emma see red.
So, today’s excuse of visiting Liliana was just a front—what she really wanted was a showdown with Amara.
Amara stood her ground, unafraid. “Mrs. Everly, did you forget what was said that day? Grandfather is the head of the family, and if he asks me to come by, I will—what right do you have to interfere?”
Emma had expected this insolence. She clenched her teeth, eyes icy cold. “You think you can just defy me? Don’t believe for a second I won’t go out there and tell everyone you’re obsessed with the Everlys! I could ruin your reputation, make sure you’re finished in Wye!”

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