All Chapters of Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Amelia spoke slowly and deliberately, “Who is that person?”“I… I don’t know.”Grace’s eyes darted around nervously, as if terrified of something. “I can’t say. No one can say. It’ll bring divine punishment.”Amelia studied her erratic behavior.She looked almost… possessed.Reaching out, she pressed two fingers to Grace’s wrist, checking her pulse.Chaotic. Unstable. Unnatural.Amelia lifted her chin and carefully examined her pupils.Her gaze turned cold.“Someone has put a curse on you?”Grace suddenly went hysterical, slapping herself across the face.“Talking too much! Talking too much!”Then, she started crying.“Mia, you have to study hard, do you hear me?”“Mom is counting on you.”“If you pass the exams, Mom can move to the big city and live a good life.”She grabbed Amelia’s hand, her voice full of expectation.“Mia, you’ve already promised to buy a house for your brother, right?”“I knew it! You’ve always been the most filial child, so much better than that useless daughter

After the last exam incident, Sam had stopped actively contacting Mia.But the moment she heard that they had arrived in New York, she immediately arranged their hotel, carefully planned their itinerary, and made every effort to accommodate them.Faced with such thoughtful kindness, Sam found it hard to refuse."Don’t worry," he reassured her. "Grandpa isn’t that old-fashioned."Dr. Hart, however, wasn’t so easily impressed.He didn’t bother himself with the complicated social entanglements of young people, but from the fact that Mia had been back for so long and never once visited Milton, he already had a bad impression of her.Still, since she had come in person, he wouldn’t rudely turn her away. Maintaining his usual politeness, he nodded and greeted her,"Sam."Sam stepped forward. "Grandpa, Mia came to see you."Dr. Hart nodded again and gave Mia a polite but distant smile."Mia, I have a meeting today. I’m quite busy."Then, turning to his good-for-nothing grandson, he instructe

Perhaps it was because of his elegant and ascetic aura, but whatever Carl wore seemed to suit him perfectly.Amelia couldn’t help but glance at his wrist twice.Then, suddenly, she asked,"What’s the Cromwell family’s attitude toward this Miss Amelia?"Carl gave a faint smile as he placed a slice of lamb into her bowl."Mr. Cromwell has been searching—both openly and secretly—for many years."Then, he glanced at her curiously."Why are you suddenly interested in this?"Amelia responded absentmindedly,"Just trying to clarify some doctor-patient relationships. After all, you two are distant relatives."Carl’s hand, still holding the bamboo chopsticks, paused briefly.His voice was deep and pleasant."Actually, our ancestors knew each other. We’re not distant relatives. Otherwise, there wouldn’t have been an engagement in the first place."At his words, Amelia suddenly remembered this detail.Her gaze flickered toward him, feeling somewhat strange.Sensing her reaction, Carl immediately

No girl wants to grow up too early. Only hardship forces them to.Their Amelia was meant to be cherished like a little princess—Not to be running around, treating patients just to earn a living.Not to be targeted by traffickers again and taken back to the mountains!Mr. Cromwell’s hands trembled even more.He was so lost in thought that he nearly lost his balance.Luckily, Amelia reacted quickly, steadying him with a hand.At the same time, her fingers brushed against his pulse—Her delicate brows suddenly furrowed."Someone changed the prescription I gave you?""No—cough, cough!" Mr. Cromwell coughed heavily.Secretary Frank and Edgar both looked on anxiously.Without hesitation, Amelia placed a medicinal lozenge into his mouth, her voice calm and soothing."Did you get caught in the rain on your way here?"Mr. Cromwell caught his breath and nodded."Your lungs are congested."Amelia pressed lightly against his acupoints, her voice low yet reassuring:"From now on, don't rush like

Amelia woke up from chaos.And when she did, she was filled with irritability.For a long time, she didn't even know who she was supposed to be.Her memories were fragmented, and she had to piece them together herself.The only thing she remembered clearly—Was the old man.Amelia had a gut feeling—If she could find the jade flask she'd carried with her since childhood, it might be the key to everything.Grace had lost her mind.There was no way to get any useful information from her anymore.And though they were husband and wife, it seemed like Nathan didn't actually know much about Grace’s dealings.For example—Who paid her to feed the Cromwell family false information?Amelia had investigated.But the message records were clean.Even the transactions had been done in cash.Whoever was behind it was too meticulous, too cautious—Not an ordinary person.Before falling asleep, Amelia kept thinking about this clue.Meanwhile—With Carl around, the Morton family had no chance of getti