At that instant, Kenneth exploded. "Amelia, do you have no shame?"
He grabbed a plate of food and flung it at her. Sauce splattered down her hair, dripping over her face.
Unbothered, she wiped it off and said calmly, "Brother, I really need the money. It's urgent."
"Urgent for what? Planning to use it to hurt Janine again?"
Only then did I realize that Janine's limp had something to do with Amelia.
Back when the Wright family's patriarch was still alive—a man known for being fair and sharp—he had transferred Janine's shares to Amelia after she was proven to be the real daughter.
Of course, Grandpa Arthur hadn't treated Janine unfairly. He'd even set up a trust fund just for her—though the amount was nowhere near what the real Wright family heirs received.
Not long after arranging everything, Grandpa Arthur passed away due to illness.
On the day of his funeral, Janine didn't show up. Her phone went straight to voicemail.
At first, everyone just complained about how ungrateful and disrespectful she was. But as night fell and she still couldn't be reached, panic spread through the entire family.
They all split up to search for her, including Amelia.
By midnight, there was still no sign of Janine.
Then, just as everyone was losing hope, Madam Wright's phone rang. It was Janine.
The call lasted only a second—just enough for her to scream, "Help me!"
Soon after, the line went dead.
Using the phone's location, the family rushed to find her.
They arrived at a run-down house on the outskirts of the city. Janine was standing on the rooftop, trembling, like someone was forcing her toward the edge.
Just as the Wrights called out to her—she fell.
When they looked up in shock, they saw Amelia standing on the same rooftop.
Meanwhile, Janine, barely conscious, murmured weakly as she was carried away, "Sister... I'll never steal our family from you again... Please... don't hurt me..."
From that day on, Amelia's shares were transferred back to Janine, and she became the most hated person in the Wright household.
Now, back at the dinner table, Kenneth's accusations echoed in her ears. Amelia stood frozen, unable to utter a word.
She just watched, blankly, as one by one, her family members turned away and left the dining room.
Then, quietly, she walked to the farthest corner of the villa and sat on her bed in silence. Her fingers trembled slightly, the only sign that she hadn't gone completely numb.