Chapter 103

Liam had never held Amelia in high regard, and now his contempt ran even deeper. The Clyde family's downfall intensified his belief that she was a harbinger of misfortune. He could have married Iubel, for whom he harbored a fondness, but Amelia had usurped her place, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

Amelia pleaded, "Liam, we once shared something. For the sake of our baby, don't cast me out."

"Get out!" Liam roared.

A strikingly beautiful woman approached. Catching sight of Liam, she offered a seductive smile. "Mr. Swanson, who is this?" she asked.

"Just a stray dog," Liam said, wrapping his arm around the woman and walking away.

Amelia stood there, clenching her fists. Liam, you jerk! she thought. Not a shred of old feelings left?

Suddenly, rain began to fall. Amelia felt utterly alone. She was the rightful heiress; how had she fallen so low?

The rain drenched her. With nowhere else to turn, she called Rosy, hoping for some money.

"Amelia, I don't have any money right now. Your father is in the hospital again because of you. He's having serious heart problems. Don't come back and upset him. Take care of yourself," Rosy said before hanging up.

Amelia felt even more heartbroken. A car sped past, splashing rainwater on her face. She lost her balance and fell.

Though a mess, Amelia clenched her fists, her eyes flashing with fierce determination. "I won't be knocked down like this! Never! The tougher it gets, the more I'll show everyone what I'm made of," she declared.

The following day dawned bright and sunny. An azure sky and sunlight bathed the school's tree-lined avenue. Isabel entered the classroom, holding a book.

"Yvette, these flowers are gorgeous! Did the school heartthrob send them?" someone asked.

"I heard his family is incredibly rich. He's the total package—handsome, wealthy, and popular," another girl added.

"Yvette is amazing—our study committee head and class monitor. Who wouldn't love a capable and beautiful girl like her?" chimed in another.

Isabel felt her ears ringing. Upon entering, she saw Yvette surrounded by her usual sycophants. Yvette excelled at winning people over, showering those around her with gifts.

"Don't say it like that. The school heartthrob and I aren't that close yet," Yvette said shyly, though the roses clearly delighted her.

Seeing Isabel arrive, Yvette's best friend pointedly asked, "Isabel, did your fiancé send you flowers?"

Isabel ignored her and continued to her seat.

"I guess not. Her fiancé is a delivery guy; what kind of flowers could he afford?" someone snickered.

Amara, angered by this, immediately defended Isabel. "Stop talking nonsense! Isabel is above such petty things. You all need to know your place. Besides, if Isabel wanted flowers, she'd be swamped with them. Remember that school heartthrob who used to pursue her? She ignored him, and then someone else swooped in."

Yvette's face paled. She knew Amara was mocking her; the boy who sent her flowers had indeed previously pursued Isabel.

Suddenly, Yvette found the scent of her roses less appealing. "Amara, you're quite the sycophant. I'm impressed," Yvette said angrily.

"I'm not a sycophant; I'm speaking the truth," Amara retorted.

Just then, a delivery man entered, asking, "Excuse me, who is Isabel Clyde?"

Isabel replied, "That's me."

"These are from a gentleman," the delivery man said, dropping off the flowers before rushing out.

Isabel was stunned. Everyone gazed at the enormous, exquisitely arranged bouquet of roses—far surpassing Yvette's.

"I didn't expect she'd actually receive flowers," someone remarked.

"I bet it's from that delivery guy fiancé of hers," another guessed.

"Her fiancé works hard delivering food. It's not easy for him to buy something so luxurious. It's like he's being taken advantage of," another chimed in.

"I don't think so. Maybe it's from a rich sugar daddy. A delivery guy probably couldn't afford this. I heard these roses are incredibly expensive," someone else speculated.

Yvette felt her anger rising. Why does Isabel always manage to outshine me? she fumed. She'd planned the timing of her own flowers carefully, but Isabel had completely upstaged her.

"Isabel, who sent these? They're gorgeous," Amara asked.

Isabel saw Liam's name on the card and frowned. This guy still has the nerve to send me flowers? she thought.

"Here, take them," Isabel said, pushing the flowers towards Amara.

Amara was surprised. "Are you giving them to me? That doesn't seem right."

"If you don't want them, throw them away. They're taking up space," Isabel said.

Amara, thinking What a waste! Such beautiful flowers..., decided to take them home.

Yvette glared at Isabel, her teeth grinding.

Another delivery man arrived, asking, "Excuse me, who is Isabel Clyde?"

Amara gestured, "Over here! It's her."

The delivery man presented a stunning bouquet of sunflowers. "Ms. Isabel Clyde, these are for you," he said.

Isabel's heart skipped a beat. Blake's face flashed in her mind. The card held only a pig drawing—his profile picture.

"Isabel, what's going on today?!" Amara exclaimed, astonished by the magnificent sunflowers, which seemed even more luxurious than the roses.

"I recognize that brand. It's a famous floral brand; you have to book months in advance," someone said.

"Their flowers are air-shipped from overseas, and they start at six figures," another added.

Under the table, Yvette fidgeted, her envy and hatred growing. Her roses paled in comparison to Isabel's sunflowers, making her feel utterly humiliated.

Everyone's attention focused on Isabel, even ignoring Yvette.

"Isabel, these flowers must be from your fiancé, right?" Amara asked, smiling.

Isabel gave a faint reply.

"Do you want these flowers or not? If not, I'll take them. I can resell them and make a profit," Amara joked.