Chapter 3

The thought of what was about to happen in that bed made Amelia's stomach churn, but she forced herself to stay calm.

She turned and walked into the closet to pack her things. In no time, she had a suitcase ready.

"Adrian, that suitcase looks like a designer brand. Find her something else to pack her things," Misty's shrill voice rang out, dripping with contempt.

Soon, Adrian brought over an old cardboard box and threw it at Amelia's feet. "Use this," he grumbled.

Amelia squatted down to open her suitcase, but Misty's voice came again, "Check her luggage properly later. Some people have sticky fingers. We don't want her taking anything she's not supposed to."

Hearing this, Amelia's mind flashed back to Maynard's cold, ruthless look.

He was in the bathroom next door, and if he found the DNA test result, he'd probably humiliate her even more.

Adrian and Misty were watching her closely outside the closet. Amelia glanced at the DNA test hidden deep in her suitcase and made a quick decision.

She turned away and tore the paper into tiny pieces, then swallowed them one by one, forcing them down.

She looked at Maynard's clothes in the closet, and the last spark of hope in her heart was extinguished.

From now on, she would have nothing to do with him.

Dragging the cardboard box, Amelia walked out of the closet and asked coldly, "Do you want to check it?"

Misty clapped her hand over her mouth, her face twisted with disgust. "Get her out of here and check that box outside. It stinks!"

She knew that if Maynard came out of the shower, she wouldn't be able to get rid of Amelia so easily. She couldn't leave this threat behind.

Adrian pushed Amelia hard and growled, "Get out of here!"

Amelia walked alone toward the villa's entrance. The short distance felt like an eternity.

Adrian grabbed the cardboard box from her, dumped everything on the ground, and started searching, as if looking for something vital.

But the DNA test was already inside Amelia.

She squatted down and quietly picked up her scattered belongings when her phone rang.

Tears streamed down her face as soon as she heard Rosemary's voice.

She held back her tears when Misty humiliated her, and Maynard misunderstood her, but hearing Rosemary's voice finally broke her.

Her voice was choked with sobs. "Rosemary."

"Sweetheart, why are you crying?"

"Rosemary, I broke up with Maynard. And I'm not Jackson's biological daughter. I don't have a family anymore."

"I'm calling to tell you some good news. I heard that your family is looking for you."

Amelia froze. "My family?"

"Yes, don't cry. I heard you have parents and even a few brothers."

Before Amelia could respond, her phone died.

"Amelia, what are you up to now?"

Maynard walked out of the hall in an oversized bathrobe. He had meant to let her stay for a few more days, but she packed and was about to leave while he took a shower.

He looked at the scattered clothes on the ground—nothing but ordinary clothes, not a single luxury item.

Hadn't she become his fiancée just to get these things while he was in a coma?

Now, she was left with nothing?

Maynard frowned at the old cardboard box. "Playing hard to get again? Trying to look pitiful? Grandma's not here!"

After three years of dating, he had never been ungenerous with her financially.

Was she really leaving, or was this just an act?

Amelia clutched her dead phone tightly, still processing what Rosemary had said.

To Maynard, her distraction seemed like an admission.

Misty limped out, pretending to be hurt, with a fake smile on her face but a voice full of malice. "Maynard, she was packing to leave and insisted on using a dirty cardboard box from the kitchen. I tried to stop her, but she wouldn't listen."

Adrian quickly added, "Mr. Simmons, I tried to talk some sense into Amelia, but she wouldn't budge. She scattered her clothes everywhere. She had a designer suitcase but chose to look pitiful. If word gets out, people will think the Simons family is mistreating her."

The air grew silent. Amelia stood there like a statue, listening to their lies.

She looked at Maynard, wondering what he would say.

His gaze was piercing. "Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"

Exactly.

Amelia's eyes flashed with mockery. "They've said everything."

'What's the point of explaining when you won't believe me?'

"Amelia, are you never satisfied? What more do you want?"

In his eyes, she was just a gold-digger.

Amelia shrugged. "I just wanted to be one of those rich wives who shop till they drop or enjoy beauty and afternoon tea. The most I got to do was cook in the kitchen and go to the supermarket. After three years, I'm kicked out, wasting three years of my life. Now, I don't want to serve you anymore. Is that so wrong?"