Chapter 33

The bright sun streamed down as Amelia, in no rush to leave after exiting the hospital, found a nearby café and savored the delectable fara visita awaiting the good news.

Indeed, she had "invited" those debt collectors to the hospital herself.

Online public sentiment was buzzing. The Edwards family had lost face that day, and the one who suffered the most was Sandra.

The Foster family prided itself on its scholarly reputation, and Walter's failure to repay debts would make Sandra's marital journey extremely challenging.

And her pregnancy was nearing the point of no longer being concealable.

Even if Walter found a way to continue evading his debts, Sandra was running out of time.

"Amy."

Sandra arrived in a flurry and got on her knees before Amelia.

Her pale, small face was etched with vulnerability and helplessness. Those who were unaware of the underlying story would believe she had been wronged by Amelia.

"Amy, if you hold any grudges against me, direct them at me."

"Is there any grudge between us? Tell me about it," Amelia coldly looked at Sandra, the sister she had once trusted implicitly.

Sandra was quite speechless. "I…"

"What? Don't you know what it is? Then allow me."

Amelia took a sip of coffee to soothe her throat. "You seduced your future brother-in-law first and then attempted to harm me. Neither action is forgivable."

"Amy, I'll have an abortion. Can you help Dad pay off his debts? If you continue to press him like this, Dad won't be able to survive."

Sandra crawled two steps forward, embracing Amelia's leg and weeping.

In her last life, Amelia would have been moved by Sandra's tears. But in this life, all she felt was revulsion.

"What does your life have to do with me? I didn't cause the company's debts," Amelia said, flicking her hand in disgust as she checked the time.

Half an hour had passed. She wondered how much longer Walter could hold out.

"Amy, why are you so heartless? He's your father. He gave you life and raised you. Can't you help in times of difficulty?" Sandra pleaded pitifully.

Amelia retorted, "He is also your father, and he gave you life. Why didn't you help him?"

"I have no money," Sandra stated with conviction.

Amelia scoffed in anger, "You have a monthly allowance of 60,000 dollars and ten shops downtown. Are you telling me you have no money?"

"But you are Mrs. Kingsley. The Kingsley family has tens of billions of dollars in assets. 100 million dollars is a drop in the bucket for you."

"Sorry, that money isn't mine to command."

"What can you do to help Dad?" Sandra asked desperately.

Amelia extended two slender fingers, tapped the table gently, and replied deliberately, "I won't help no matter what –"

"I'll die, then. Will you be satisfied?" Sandra declared as she rose, produced a fruit knife from somewhere, and pressed it to her wrist.

Bright red blood seeped out, stark against her fair skin.

Zachary burst in, shouting anxiously, "Sandra, don't do anything stupid."

"Oh, wonderful. The adulterous pair is both here," Amelia's loathing intensified, her fair fingers clenching the cup handle tightly.

"Zachary, Amy is still angry with us… She refused to save my father… What can we do? My father is nearly driven to his death by debt collectors, no…"

Sandra wailed, portraying herself as the victim.

Amelia rapped the table and coldly reminded, "Sandra, why not ask Zachary for help? He is your lover, the father of your unborn child. If you turn to him, he'll surely agree to help."

Zachary's eyebrows twitched, sensing the impending danger of being implicated.

"Zachary is penniless," Sandra sobbed. "Amelia, you're the only one who can help Dad right now."

"I'm afraid I'm without funds as well," Amelia sneered.

'Sandra thinks I'm the only one with money in the world, doesn't she?'

"Impossible. You are the daughter-in-law of the Kingsley family. How could you be without money?" Sandra blurted out.

"So, are you plotting against the Kingsley family?" Somehow Gloria suddenly appeared, her imposing presence startling everyone.

Amelia was taken aback as well. After all, she had transferred 100 million dollars from Kingsley Group that day… although she hadn't spent it yet.

"Mrs. Kingsley?" Sandra shuddered and hastily explained, "No, no, that's not what I meant."

"What exactly do you mean, then?" Gloria turned to Amelia.

Amelia called out guiltily, "Gloria…"

'Is Gloria here to ask about the 100 million dollars? Fortunately, I haven't spent it yet.'

But how could she explain her private transfer? Borrowed it from Landon? No one else could hear Landon's thoughts, and even if he really lent it, no one would believe it. Moreover, he didn't agree to lend it…

"I heard you like the cake from the shop next door. Today is your birthday, and I came specially to buy you a cake," Gloria smiled warmly.

Amelia was taken aback, and then tears welled up in her eyes. Today was her birthday, which even she had forgotten. Neither her so-called father nor her loving fiancé remembered.

On this day, Amelia was contending with them. She appeared to triumph decisively, but internally, she felt utterly drained.

"Shall we go to see the cake together?" Gloria held Amelia's hand, and waves of warmth radiated to Amelia's heart.

Amelia responded hoarsely, "Okay…"

They had just left when Sandra tried to stop them, but Zachary held her back.

"Sandra, don't you know what you were doing? Be sensible."

"Zachary, are you talking about me?" Sandra looked at Zachary in disbelief.

"I am the perfect little princess. Did he mean I have any shortcomings?"

"We can't afford to offend Mrs. Kingsley," Zachary frowned and stared at Amelia's retreating figure. Though she was slender, she was graceful and elegant.

Each of her steps was taken with a steady, firm, and powerful stride. He suddenly felt that Amelia was far better than Sandra.

Amelia never made a scene, let alone cried, caused a disturbance, or publicly threatened self harm. She was always composed, dignified, beautiful, and noble.

However, Sandra was either crying or causing trouble at any time. What a foolish girl.

Especially recently, with the loss of Stonefield's land, Zachary had been overwhelmed and had to endure her tantrums.

"Zachary, what should I do about my father? Amelia called those debt collectors to his ward," Sandra asked, feeling wronged.

Zachary was at a loss as well. 100 million dollars in cash was not a small sum, and there was nothing he could do.

"Zachary, why don't you lend my father money?" Sandra suggested cautiously.

Zachary angrily waved her off. "How could I have so much money?"

"Zachary, you're yelling at me… you don't love me anymore…" Sandra said and began to cry again.

Zachary had a headache and explained patiently, "I haven't inherited the family business yet. The money and the power remain firmly in my father's grasp."

"Zachary, I don't mean to blame you. I was just worried that things turned out like this. What if I couldn't save the reputation of the Edwards family? What will your parents think of me? Will they still agree to our marriage?" Sandra was worried.

Pamela had always looked down on her, and she had finally succeeded in winning Pamela's heart. Now, everything seemed to be falling apart.

'It's all Amelia's fault. Couldn't she just pay for the debt? She insisted on making a fuss so that no one could live in peace.'