AMELIA I descended the staircase, my heels clicking loudly. Conrad followed behind me. He had told me that his father had called for me. I knew something was wrong again. I inhaled and exhaled, trying to remain calm. “There's no need to be tense. You didn't do anything wrong," I mumbled to myself. As I reached the living room, I stopped beside the sofa, glancing around. My parents were still here. They were gathered like there was an important meeting being held. Mr Pierre sat on the sofa, his face devoid of emotion. Conrad stopped beside the bottom stairs, his silent gaze filling the room. “Amelia," he began, his voice firm. “Why weren't you down for the party? Your absence was noted." My mind raced, searching for a reasonable excuse. "I was down for a while, but I decided to go back up and rest,” I lied, avoiding his eyes. "I… I had a terrible headache, Mr Pierre." He exhaled, leaning back on the chair. "Where's the child?” "He's sleeping.” Noah had passed out on the be
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