The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Amelia suppressed her grievances and forced out her brightest smile, adding a touch of obedient charm. She spoke softly, "I
heard you were ill. Steve came to see you immediately, which shows how much he cares about you. If you do not mind, may I
take care of you for the next few days? Just let me know what you want to eat, and I'll make it for you."
Seeing this, Steven felt his heart aching. He could not help but wrap his arm around Amelia's waist, pulling her into his embrace
with a heavy breath.
He felt hurt that Amelia had to humble herself to please his family and had to endure all this just to leave a good impression on
his parents. She was his treasure, yet at this moment, he felt as if he was humiliating her.
Chelsea initially felt a sense of pride seeing the Thompson family's heiress trying so hard to please her. But when she saw Steve
being affectionate with this girl right in front of her, she thought it was just a ploy to win them over and seduce her son. It was not
genuine affection.
The next second, Chelsea sneered. "Ms. Thompson, there's no need to trouble yourself. My son hired a professional caregiver
for me. You are of noble birth and unused to chores. It would only shorten my life if you tried to take care of me."
Amelia's breath hitched. She bit her lower lip anxiously, her fair cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"Mom! Amelia is being kind. Even if you don't appreciate it, you shouldn't say such sarcastic things to hurt her!" Steven frowned,
tightening his grip on Amelia's waist.
"What did I say? How was I being sarcastic? Does your mother not even have the right to speak?"
Chelsea's eyes reddened with anger. She suddenly slapped the bed.
"They say a son forgets his mother after he gets married... She hasn't even married you yet, but you are already casting aside
the mother who gave birth to you and raised you?"
"Mom... Please don't get upset. You just got out of the ICU!" Hunter patted Chelsea's back, playing the role of the dutiful son.
Neil sat on the sofa. Although he saw his wife mercilessly lashing out at Amelia, he hesitated several times to speak up but
ultimately did not intervene.
Chelsea clutched her chest, her gaze on Amelia as cold as a blade slicing through her delicate, rosy skin. "Ms. Thompson, there
were some things I planned to tell you privately later, but since you are here today, I might as well tell you now."

"I do not approve of you being with Steve."
Amelia stood there motionless, as if she were struck by lightning. Her thin, graceful back was straight as a wave of humiliation
coursed through her entire body.
"Mom!" Steven's voice was hoarse and trembling.
"I may have three sons, but Steve is undoubtedly the apple of my eye, the one I love the most. When choosing a future
daughter-in-law, I do not seek someone with an outstanding background or deep connections. I just want her to be an honest,
kind, and simple girl.
"With such a girl, I can let down my guard completely. I do not have to worry about my precious son being used or manipulated. I
won't feel humiliated or unworthy in front of her family, forced to act like a servant without dignity."
"Enough! Stop talking!" Steven could not bear it any longer. He grabbed Amelia's icy hand, trying to pull her away. "Amelia, don't
listen to this. Come with me!"
But no matter how hard he pulled her away, Amelia did not move.
Chelsea had no intention of stopping, continuing to spew out harsh words. "To you all, Steve is just a subordinate, a puppet. But
to me, he is my precious youngest son! Let's just say our family is not worthy of you. Ms. Amelia, Can you let my son go?"