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Chapter 291:

“Mrs. Flynn was just over a month along, but…” Rooney’s voice faltered, heavy with finality. The child was gone, beyond any hope of salvation.

After prescribing medication and offering quiet words of counsel to Janessa, Rooney left. Janessa curled into herself on the sofa, her hands pressed tightly to her abdomen. For years, she had swallowed countless pills, chasing the dream of bearing a son. When hope had all but faded, she got pregnant—a fragile miracle. Yet before she could even discover her pregnancy, Ricky’s cruel kick had stolen her unborn child away.

“How could you be so foolish? You didn’t even know you were pregnant!” Ricky snarled, seizing Janessa by the collar the moment Rooney was gone. His eyes blazed with fury.

Janessa’s gaze simmered with resentment, but her face was a mask of tears and fragility. “I didn’t know, honey. I’m so sorry,” she muttered, her voice trembling.

Ricky’s fists clenched, knuckles white, but before he could say another word, his phone shattered the silence with its shrill ring. The call came from his assistant, and whatever was said sent him bolting from the living room, his face a mask of panic.

Janessa watched his figure vanish, no longer bothering to conceal the venom simmering in her eyes. With a surge of resolve, she pushed herself upright, her gaze falling on the vivid bloodstains marring her dress. Gritting her teeth, she reached for her phone, fingers trembling with purpose.

At Flynn Group’s headquarters.

Ricky stormed into the meeting room, his assistant trailing close behind. His eyes landed on Amelia, poised at the head of the table, commanding the space as if she owned it. The assistant’s words about Amelia summoning a shareholders’ meeting had sent Ricky’s pulse racing. But now, seeing her unharmed and seated with such confidence, his fear melted into irritation.

𝖣о𝗇’𝘁 𝘮i𝘀ѕ ո𝖾𝘸 r𝗲𝘭𝗲𝘢𝘀𝖾𝗌 𝗼𝘯 gаlո𝗈𝘷e𝗹𝘀.со𝗺

“What is the meaning of this?” he snapped, his voice edged with disdain. “Why hold a shareholders’ meeting out of the blue p>

Amelia’s gaze turned glacial. This was the man who had tampered with her mother’s medication, who had schemed to harm her—her own father. For a fleeting moment, doubt gnawed at her. Could Ricky truly be her biological father?

As her thoughts churned, Ricky approached. His gaze fell on the chair she occupied, and a shadow darkened his eyes. She sat at the head of the room, in the CEO’s seat of the Flynn Group, her presence a bold claim to power.

“Get up,” he growled. “You’re in the wrong chair p>

Ricky’s words snapped Amelia back to her purpose, a cold smirk curling her lips. “No, I’m not sitting in the wrong chair,” she said, her voice sharp as a blade. “I called this meeting to strip you of your position as the CEO of the Flynn Group p>