บททั้งหมดของ An Ocean Between Hearts: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 25

The living room had gone dead quiet, leaving only Emerson and Miranda behind.He stared at her, his disappointment cutting deeper than any words. Before leaving for overseas, he'd set up trusted aides—a top assistant and the butler—to help Miranda keep things in line back in Kaldora.A month later, both had come to him, begging for reassignment. That's when he'd learned Miranda had fired them the moment he left, replacing them with her own people.The full extent of her negligence hit him only after Chad's two reckless car accidents involving Irina. That brat had ignored his wife entirely, spiraling under Miranda's blind eye. She'd indulged his behavior, slowly destroying the Felton discipline that had built their legacy.The Feltons had a reputation for being ruthless and laser-focused. Emotions didn't get in the way—family interests always came first. Heartbreak? Grief? Deal with it, and fast. No one had the luxury of leaning on someone else for five years to pick up the pieces.

Amelia didn't even flinch at Chad's reaction. "If it weren't for the whole 'repay your family' thing, we never would've met. I'd have my own life."Chad stared at her, bitter and empty. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. She didn't wait for him to figure it out, stepping out of the car without a backward glance.As she walked toward the villa, a sudden glare of headlights lit up the driveway, blinding her. She raised a hand to shield her eyes when—"Amelia!" Chad's panicked shout cut through the screech of brakes.Yara. Behind the wheel. Her twisted resentment had finally snapped. In her mind, Amelia was the reason her perfect little world had fallen apart. She'd broken free from her bodyguards, jumped in the car, and floored it straight at Amelia.Before Amelia could even react, Chad lunged, shoving her out of the way. She hit the ground with a few scrapes and bruises, but Chad? Not so lucky.Yara didn't stop. Consumed by rage, she kept her foot on the gas, slamming int

As Amelia stepped into the mourning hall, her eyes landed on Emerson—his hair stark white—and Chad, sitting silently in a wheelchair.With a bouquet in hand, she walked to Miranda's portrait. She laid the flowers gently at the altar, her gaze lingering on the photo for a long moment.Her feelings about Miranda were... messy.Gratitude? Miranda had stolen five years of her life.Resentment? Miranda had paid for her education.But now? None of it mattered. The dead didn't come back, and the weight of those years seemed to vanish with Miranda's death.Amelia gave the portrait one last look before turning to Emerson. "Mr. Felton, my condolences."Emerson nodded, saying nothing.She approached Chad next, her gaze lingering for a moment. "My condolences," she said softly.He gave her a bitter smile but stayed quiet....Yara arrived under guard, dragged in from prison.All her swagger? Gone. She looked pale, empty, like a shadow of who she'd been. Even when her eyes met Amelia's,