Chapter 450

Chapter 450:

At that moment, Jewell’s voice rang out. Amelia turned toward him, puzzled.

Even now? After everything? Did he still want Arlene with him?

“If you’re walking away, then hand over every last thing I gave you!” Jewell said to Arlene.

“And why would I do that?” Arlene gripped her suitcase tighter, fire blazing in her eyes.

“Because you betrayed me!” Jewell exclaimed.

“Wasn’t this all a trade-off, Mr. Stewart? You paid to keep me around. If not for your money, why would a young and beautiful girl like me bother with an old man like you p>

The jab hit its mark. Jewell’s face flushed an angry red. “You told me you loved me. That’s the only reason I p>

“You’re too old to believe something like that! Love? What exactly would I love about you? Your wrinkled skin? Your sleazy little habits p>

“You…” Jewell’s voice shook with fury.

At first, Amelia hadn’t cared much for Arlene. Yet watching her rattle Jewell to the point of near madness, Amelia felt the faintest flicker of respect.

R𝗈𝘮а𝘯cе 𝗮ո𝖽 р𝘢ѕ𝘀іo𝗻 oո ѕ.с𝗼m

She cleared her throat and spoke gently. “Arlene stayed by Jewell’s side for four years. Let her keep the money and the gifts. Consider it her compensation p>

“Do as Amelia says,” Conroy ordered.

At that moment, his heart swelled with warmth because of Amelia. Out of everyone, she had been the only one brave enough to risk her life to save him earlier.

Jewell’s eyes simmered with hatred, but he didn’t dare contradict his father. All he could do was stand and watch as Arlene left with everything. As Hiram escorted her out, Arlene cast Amelia a brief, grateful look.

Now, Jewell found himself utterly alone.

Only then did he turn to Wyatt.

“Wyatt, this has all been a misunderstanding. I p>

“Divorce my mother. Now,” Wyatt interrupted.

The room fell silent. Every head turned toward Wyatt, surprise written across their faces.

“No!” Conroy thundered, the first to object.

“Grandpa, I’m not asking for your permission. This has to happen,” Wyatt said.

“Wyatt, how dare you!” Conroy’s words broke into a violent cough.

Amelia quickly clasped Wyatt’s hand and shook her head, signaling him silently to stop talking.

Wyatt gave her hand a gentle squeeze, then turned his gaze back to Conroy. His tone softened. “My mother has borne shame and misery for more than twenty years, all for the Stewart family. Are you truly going to let her suffer for the rest of her life p>