A flicker of triumph flashed in Janine's eyes—but it quickly twisted into jealousy and spite.
Denver's expression hardened.
"Amelia, are you proud of yourself? You know the Fletcher family would never accept a disabled daughter-in-law, so you schemed against Janine, made her fall, and now you're pretending to be noble to win my sympathy? Do you think I can't see through you?"
I froze.
So he really did love Janine, but married Amelia only because Janine got injured and limped afterward.
"Oh, so the scheming bitch ruined her own life? Talk about karma!"
I floated around Janine's head, making faces at her even though she couldn't see me.
At least, Amelia laughed through her tears.
That single smile seemed to ignite Denver's fury all over again.
"Amelia, so what if you have the title of Mrs. Fletcher? Only Janine can give birth to the Fletcher family's heir. You'll never have anything!"
With that, he called security and had her "escorted" out.
A while later, Amelia sat down on the curb outside the company, staring blankly ahead. Her eyes were red but empty.
"Sherry," she whispered, "I'm sorry. I probably can't help you repay that one hundred million."