Chapter 421
Chapter 421:
“Whatever you contributed pales in comparison to what you plundered!” Amelia retorted, her voice sharp. “The house in Flynn Village, your brother’s lavish car, the Flynn family’s luxurious lifestyle, every cent came from my mother’s fortune. You can refuse, of course, but you know what you’ll face if you do that p>
Ricky’s face darkened, but he found himself at a loss for words, unable to counter Amelia’s words because they were true.
As Ricky’s silence stretched on, Amelia rose gracefully from her seat.
Wyatt, ever vigilant since learning of her pregnancy with triplets, swiftly clasped her hand and supported her, his eyes tracking her every step with quiet concern.
“Wait!” Ricky’s voice cracked with urgency just as Amelia reached the door.
𝘚𝗮𝗏e 𝘺𝗼u𝘳 fa𝗏𝗈𝗋𝘪𝘵е 𝗇o𝘷е𝘭𝘀 оn ѕ.со𝗺
Amelia paused, turning to meet Ricky’s gaze.
Ricky’s eyes brimmed with grievance as he muttered, “I’ll do it. I’ll transfer everything to you p>
Amelia’s expression remained impassive as she glanced at Wyatt.
Getting her signal, Wyatt pulled out his phone and placed a brief call. Moments later, Barrie entered, clutching a contract that would transfer all of Ricky’s assets to Amelia with a single signature.
Ricky stared at the document, his eyes heavy with reluctance.
Noticing his hesitation, Amelia felt her patience wear thin. “I’m not here to waste time on you,” she said sharply. “Will you sign it or not p>
Under the pressure of Amelia’s unwavering gaze, Ricky scrawled his signature on the contract’s final page.
As Barrie whisked the document away, Ricky turned to Amelia, his voice desperate. “I’ve given you everything. Now, you’ll let me go—Amelia, you tricked me p>
Before Ricky could finish, the wail of police sirens pierced the air.
Ricky’s face twisted with realization; he knew that without Wyatt’s consent, Kretol’s police would never have dared enter Hillside Villa.
In a surge of fury, Ricky forgot Wyatt’s imposing presence. He flung back the covers and got out of bed, lunging toward Amelia, but his weakened legs betrayed him before he could do that, and he crumpled to the floor.
Amelia looked at him coldly. “I said I would release you,” she said, her voice like ice. “But I never promised not to call the police p>
As her words settled, the door swung open, and officers stormed in.
Before Ricky could scramble to his feet, his wrists were bound in cuffs.
As the police escorted Ricky to their car, Amelia pulled out her phone and dialed Rocco. “Donate every cent of Ricky’s assets to impoverished regions,” she instructed, her tone resolute. “And revive the Davis Group Foundation p>
Amelia had never intended to keep Ricky’s tainted wealth for herself.
When Katrina was still alive, the Davis Group Foundation had faithfully supported charity schools in remote, underserved areas.
After Katrina’s passing, Ricky, deeming the effort futile, had forcibly shut it down.
Now, Amelia would rebuild the foundation and resurrect her mother’s legacy.