All Chapters of Nine Ungrateful Sisters: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Amara covered her nose as she addressed George and Helena as if they were hired help.As the head of the Chamberlain Group, she was someone they naturally recognized. This time, however, George showed none of the fear he had felt when he first met a Chamberlain member. He felt only contempt.They had thrown out a man with terminal brain cancer. Not just any man, but someone who had lived with them for more than 10 years. Someone they had treated like a younger brother, like a son.What did it matter if people like that became the richest family in the world? He might not be able to stand against them, but nothing could stop him from despising them.Helena did not bother with politeness. She shoved her broom beneath Amara's high heels. "Move aside. This patch is covered in trash. I need to sweep it a few more times."Amara hurried back several steps.A few bodyguards started forward, but she stopped them.Amara still believed the old couple hated her because of what had happened

Amara watched as George and his wife returned to work with the Northspire Gang. The gang had pushed her to the outer edge of the garbage station.Frank led his men in a frantic rush, taking over George's work. For a moment, Amara could only stare.Had Frank lost his mind? Even if he felt guilty about what had happened to George’s family and wanted to make amends, there were other ways to do so, such as money, favors, or anything else. Yet he chose to bring an entire crew to help George with work that was not just any kind, but garbage work, street filth, the kind of labor no one respected.These were gangsters and street thugs, a pack of loafers and bullies. How was this even remotely normal?Frank had brought too many men. They formed a wall between Amara and the old couple, cutting off any chance for further conversation. And even if she managed to speak to them again, George's attitude made one thing clear: convincing him to persuade Oscar to attend Jason's renaming banquet woul

Amara nearly wanted to strangle Andrew on the spot.The Chamberlains had deep roots and vast resources. Their investments spanned every major industry in Silverton. If she remembered correctly, the Chamberlain Group had also invested in Silverton High, holding a sizable stake.And now, just as she was trying to use money to strike a deal with a student, the principal stepped in and dismantled her offer in front of everyone.Was his life too comfortable? Did he want her to make things difficult for him?Andrew's collar had been grabbed, yet he remained completely unflustered. He took a step back, slipped free of her grip, straightened his clothes, and kept the same composed smile. "My apologies, Miss Amara. That was in the past."A bad feeling rose in Amara's chest. "What do you mean, in the past?""Your people didn't tell you? Every share you held in Silverton High has already been bought out," Andrew replied."What?" Amara's expression changed at once.She turned toward her se

When Amara found Clara, she was directing workers as they moved her paintings and set up the exhibition hall."Careful. Put 'Autumn Orchid' on the left. Wait, the right side is a little too high. Lower it a bit."Clara was gentle by nature, but when it came to painting, she became unexpectedly forceful. Confidence rang through her voice. She clearly had high hopes for this exhibition.As Amara approached, she noticed something else. Clara's eyes were swollen, with dark circles heavy beneath them.Amara frowned. "Clara, what happened to you? Who bullied you?""Amara, you're here?" At the sight of her, Clara instinctively raised a hand to cover her eyes.When she realized she could not hide them, she let her hand fall and forced a casual tone. "With you around, who would dare bully me? It's just… there's too much to do for the exhibition. I haven't been sleeping well."Amara frowned. "This isn't your first exhibition. Why would it keep you from sleeping? You were never like this b

Oscar looked genuinely surprised when Clara called.She said she wanted to help him make a name for himself. She planned to include the paintings he had left at the Chamberlain residence in her exhibition and invited him to attend. If any of the pieces sold, every cent would go to him."Clara, are you out of your mind? The paintings I left behind are all family portraits. You want to put those on display?" Oscar asked.When Clara first began learning to paint, Oscar enrolled in art classes as well so he would have something to talk to her about.After only two months, however, the teacher refused to continue teaching him. In the teacher's words, Oscar was gifted. Once he mastered the basics, he would develop a style of his own. The teacher didn't want to keep instructing him and risk sanding away that instinct.Oscar had joined the class only to keep Clara company. Once the teacher said that, he stopped attending. After that, he painted only a few family portraits of the Chamberla