All Chapters of Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Amelia didn't even glance at the check, a flash of mockery in her eyes. "Think it's too little? This is your income for ten years. Take the money and stay out of our lives. Maynard and I are a perfect match. After all, you're just the daughter of a small businessman. You don't belong in our world." Amelia felt another stab of pain. She hurried upstairs to the master bedroom, planning to leave whether Misty was there or not. With the breakup, she had no reason to stay. As she packed, she realized how little she had—her things barely filled a suitcase. The past three years felt like a dream. She saw the DNA test result on the bedside table and thought to herself, It's time to end this. Just then, Misty walked in uninvited, holding the breakup agreement. "Are you packed?" she asked. Seeing the paper on the nightstand, she looked puzzled. Amelia quickly grabbed the DNA test and crumpled it. She didn't want Misty to know her secret. Misty still thought she was part of the Milton f

Amelia let out all her pent-up grievances in one breath, and immediately felt much better. "Finished?" Maynard's eyes were filled with confusion. He had given her a credit card and had Adrian send her designer clothes and bags every season. Now, he'd given her a large sum of money for the breakup—enough for her to live comfortably. He thought he'd done his part. "Can't finish in a few words," she replied. "Go on," he urged. "I can, but it'll cost you more," she smirked. Maynard's lips pressed tightly together. "Amelia, you really are all about the money. Greed never ends well," he warned. She was still not satisfied, even after all he'd done for her. Amelia's eyes were defiant yet clear, and he couldn't understand how a woman he thought was nothing but a gold-digger with a mouth full of lies could have such pure eyes. But she'd caused trouble repeatedly, and now she didn't even bother to hide it anymore. He'd thought she'd finally show her true colors. He should have felt re

Oliver fumed, his face turning red with rage. "Who are you calling a quack? Do you have any idea who my mentor is?" He had just returned from abroad with Dr. Adler, a prestigious award in hand, and this woman dared to question his medical expertise! "I couldn't care less," Amelia said, swiftly opening her first aid kit with practiced ease. "Move aside." Oliver spluttered, his face turning beet red. "I won't stoop to your level. His lips are turning blue. It's clearly a heart issue." "Cardiac ischemia and hypoxia can indeed stimulate respiratory distress, causing blue lips," Amelia said, locking eyes with him. Her tone was stern. "But heatstroke can also cause blue lips. The difference is his pulse is steady and calm. Moreover, his lips are chapped, a clear sign of prolonged exposure to high temperatures. You don't even observe these basic medical signs, and you call yourself a student from The Capital Medical University?" "Yeah, observation is important. Even I know that," someone

Jerry watched as Amelia walked away without looking back, and he let out a sigh of relief. He had feared that Amelia, who had been cast out by the Milton family, might cling to Liam. Under the setting sun, Amelia, carrying her black bag, was bathed in the glow of the evening light. Her departing figure was both cool and beautiful. The man in the Maybach only caught a glimpse of this scene as he turned his head. His hand touched Liam's head, and his voice carried a hint of amusement. "So she's the one who saved you?" "Where?" Liam straightened up, then panicked. "Why did she leave? Jerry!" Jerry approached and bent down. "I didn't even get her contact information. She promised to wait for me," Liam's eyes darkened, and his tone turned coldly menacing. "Did you drive her away?" Jerry's body jolted, his voice tinged with nervousness. "Mr. Jenkins..." In all of New York, no one dared to provoke this little boy easily. Liam was completely different from other children. Despite bein

Amelia had just come out of a luxury store in Beverly Hills, carrying several designer shopping bags. Tall and graceful, she exuded a unique charm even in casual attire. People passing by couldn't help but steal glances at her. Jackson, clearly agitated, strode over and thrust a bank card into her hand without a word. He hissed, "Amelia, take the money and leave. Don't cause trouble here." Today was a significant day for Mia. She was set to begin her medical apprenticeship under a renowned doctor, and Jackson couldn't afford any disruptions. Amelia raised an eyebrow, her eyes filled with disdain and a mocking smile playing on her lips. Fifty thousand dollars? They thought she could be bought off with that? The Miltons underestimated her. Just as everyone expected her to quietly accept the money and leave, she flicked her wrist and sent the card flying back. It arced through the air and landed neatly at Jackson's feet. The crowd fell into an awkward silence, stunned by her bol