ログイン"Get your filthy hands off her!" Oliver thundered. He marched forward and slapped the guards' hands clean off Amber's arms, leaving both men startled. They quickly stepped back, heads slightly bowed, none of them daring to meet his eyes even for a second, the earlier confidence in their grip evaporating the moment they recognized who stood before them."Oliver?" Edward called, his eyes furrowed in confusion. "What are you doing?"His voice carried a mixture of shock and relief, the sight of his eldest son finally appearing in the middle of all this chaos landing on him like something both welcome and deeply unsettling at once, given how rarely Oliver bothered showing up to anything involving the rest of the family at all.Oliver walked past his father without answering, moving straight to the couch where Madame Winchester lay unconscious.Her breathing was shallow and uneven, each rise of her chest barely visible now beneath the thin fabric of her blouse. He turned back to Amber, ho
"Move, you stupid child!" Zoe snapped furiously as she rose, pushing Amber away with both hands. "Stop trying to be the hero. You're going to kill her!"Amber stumbled sideways, catching herself against the arm of the couch, torn between her family's reckless outbursts and the urgent, ticking need to save the dying old woman still slumped just a few feet away from her."Mom!" Edward cut in, reaching for the old woman whose breathing was gradually slipping further and further away from her. "Wake up, wake up."His voice cracked hard on the second word, his hands trembling as he cradled his mother's face between them, willing her eyes to open with a desperation raw.Even Zoe paused for half a second, some flicker of guilt passing quickly across her face before she smothered it.That caught Amber's attention again, and she turned swiftly from Zoe back toward the old woman, shoving Zoe firmly aside as she reached into her handbag.She pulled out something small, shaped like a pen marker,
"Mom? Mom?" Edward called, shaking as he reached for her, his hands trembling hard against her shoulders as her head lolled weakly to one side. He turned to the house help instantly, his voice cracking with panic. "Mom is having a heart attack. Call 911. Now!"The maid bolted toward the house without another word, her phone already pressed to her ear before she'd even crossed the threshold of the patio door.Her sandals slapped fast against the tiles as she disappeared inside, leaving the small gathering suspended in a tight, frightened silence broken only by the old woman's shallow, uneven breathing.Amber held the old woman steady as she slumped back against the couch, her breathing barely visible now, each rise of her chest thinner and more labored than the last. Zoe and Marian sat frozen on their own seats, bemused, neither one moving an inch to help, their earlier scoffing replaced by a stiff, useless silence."Breathing is shallow." Amber said hastily, her two fingers pressed
At Sag Harbor, Edward was seated with his mother, and beside the old woman sat Elizabeth.They were all talking and laughing over cups of tea set out on the polished patio table, the morning sun catching softly against the silverware and the tall glass windows behind them.A lady in a black and white house help uniform approached them, her steps quiet and practiced against the tiled floor."Madame Winchester, the Shaws are here." she said warmly, turning slightly toward the entrance where the guests had just appeared, waiting to be received. Her tone carried the easy politeness of someone well used to announcing visitors in a house where every arrival mattered.Zoe and Marian walked in, all excited, their heels clicking with a confidence that suggested they'd already rehearsed how this morning was meant to unfold in their favor. Behind Marian trailed Amber, quiet and composed, her hands folded loosely in front of her, taking in the grandness of the estate without a flicker of intimi
"Mom, are you okay?" Zoe asked, keeping her voice low as she rushed to her mother's side, holding her shoulder with care, her eyes fixed on the red mark spreading slowly across Marian's cheek. "This is all Amber's fault. And I will make sure she pays."Her jaw was tight as she said it, her nails digging faint crescents into her own palm, anger building steadily with every second she stared at the bruise forming on her mother's face.Marian turned to look at her daughter, tears gathering in her eyes, though they carried nothing weak about them. They were tears born purely of humiliation and rage, the kind that come from a woman realizing, all at once, just how much ground she'd lost in a single evening. She rubbed gently at her burning cheek, wincing slightly at her own touch, before letting out a bitter laugh that carried nothing but contempt."I totally underestimated that little brat." she spat through clenched teeth, her palm still pressed against her face. "I never imagined she
"You ungrateful brat!" Malcolm snapped furiously as he rose from the couch. "I thought life in the countryside would have knocked some manners into you."Amber stood before him, her face down while Zoe and her mother giggled silently in excitement, clearly enjoying the show far more than they were bothering to hide."You're out of control." Malcolm continued, his voice fierce, his finger jabbing the air between them. "You're acting like a slut!""I don't see the problem, father." Amber cut in, her head tilted, calm despite the sting of his words. "Oliver simply gave me a ride home because I'm part of his family."There was something almost theatrical in how steady she sounded, given everything her body had actually been through in the last hour alone. She'd learned long ago that the fastest way to survive a storm in this house was never to flinch first, no matter how hard the wind came at her."Oh! Don't be ridiculous." her father snapped, laughing mockingly. "This engagement is over







