Chapter 518

Chapter 518:

Wyatt stepped toward Janessa, his gaze cold enough to freeze her soul. “Who sent you to harm Amelia p>

Janessa’s heart pounded under Wyatt’s icy stare, but she mustered a facade of bravado. “I’ll tell you who, but only if you agree to one condition p>

“Do you honestly think you’re in any position to make demands?” Wyatt’s voice was low, dangerous. “My patience is wearing thin. You have three seconds to confess, or I’ll ensure Dayna’s body is destroyed p>

“Three p>

“Two p>

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk!” Janessa’s voice broke, her resolve crumbling under the weight of Wyatt’s ultimatum.

She had no reason to doubt Wyatt’s threat. To Amelia, he was a beacon of kindness, but to others, his mercy was as scarce as a desert’s rain.

“Colton Mills,” Janessa confessed, her voice barely a whisper. “He was the one who asked me to harm Amelia p>

The bodyguards then swiftly escorted Janessa out, leaving the air heavy with tension.

Moments later, Marc burst into the room, his face etched with urgency. He had been at his place when Wyatt’s call came, prompting him to race over without a second thought.

𝘓𝗮𝗍𝗲st chaрt𝘦r𝘀 оո 𝘨a𝗹ո𝗼𝘃е𝗅𝘀.c𝘰𝗺

His eyes fell on Weston’s wound, and instead of rushing to treat it, he meticulously studied its location.

“He is fortunate,” Marc said, his tone steady but grave. “A centimeter to the side, and no skill of mine would be able to save him p>

A collective sigh of relief rippled through the room.

Amelia, her heart still racing, asked, “Will my dad be okay then p>

The words hung in the air, silencing the room.

Weston, though weakened by his injury, seemed to spark to life, his eyes locking onto Amelia with a hopeful intensity.

“Amelia,” he said, voice trembling with emotion despite the pain. “What did you just call me? Please… say it again p>

Each time Amelia had spoken to Shepard or Weldon with warmth, as if they were her true family, a quiet ache stirred in Weston’s heart. Now, the word he had longed to hear from her had finally crossed her lips.

Weston stared at Amelia, almost unable to believe his ears, his gaze brimming with anticipation.

Amelia had felt Weston’s unwavering care for her in recent days. She knew the lavish gifts from the Chadwick family bore Weston’s touch. In her heart, she had already embraced him as her father, yet the word had remained unspoken, locked behind her fears. Her earlier words had been a reflex, born of instinct in the heat of the moment.

Now, meeting Weston’s hopeful eyes, Amelia called out, “Dad p>