Under the Heiress' Facade
Chapter 216

Bernard had just finished an international virtual meeting when he suddenly sneezed. Douglas immediately looked over.

"Did you catch a cold? Do you want to meet Ms. Hera?" Douglas asked.

Bernard replied, "I'm fine. No need for that."

Hera was having a reunion with her schoolmates. He didn't want to disturb her. However, it was also almost time to pick her up as well.

At this time, his phone screen lit up. There were notifications from WhatsApp.

He unlocked the screen and saw that the message came from Hera: "I'm not going back tonight. I'm going to the Everett residence."

Bernard was silent for a while, then he looked up at Douglas. "Yes, I want to."

Douglas was confused. "You want to meet Ms. Hera?"

"Yes."

Douglas was speechless. Didn't Bernard just say that he was fine?

At the Gaskell residence, the lights were all turned on in the living room. Terence was pacing back and forth in front of the floor-length windows. The news that Queenie was arrested had spread in the business circles via gossip. Gaskell Corporation's eligibility for a bidding project was canceled, and even two big clients that were long-time partners stopped their partnership for two new products.

The company's stocks had not been looking good the past few days. Terence was incredibly frustrated and smoked cigar after cigar.

At this time, Amelia returned, clothed in an ill-fitting sheepskin coat.

The maids saw that her appearance was unkempt and quickly asked, "My goodness, miss. What happened to you? Should we call a doctor?" Terence immediately looked back and walked over, asking, "Amy, how did it go? Did Mr. Thompson say anything?"

Amelia watched Terence. His

expression was full of anxiety, but it seemed like he didn't notice how terrible she looked. Even the maids were kind enough to ask about her well-being, but her own father only cared about whether she had done her job.

She couldn't help but feel a chill rise in her heart.

"Say something! How did it go?" Seeing that she was silent, Terence urged hastily.

Amelia shook her head. "Nothing happened. Before I could even meet Shaun, I was chased off by some gangsters."

Terence's eyebrows knitted together

as his expression darkened. In

frustration, he blurted out, "Why are you so useless? You can't even accomplish a simple task. Your mother was right; you're a

A

good-for-nothing brat! Raising you

was a waste of effort!"

Amelia stood rooted to the spot. Even though the heating in the living room was at a comfortable level, she still felt a chill spread through her body. "Dad, am I truly so worthless to you?" her eyes were red as she asked.

Since she was young, Queenie had always favored Zyler. Even Amelia's favorite hobby, playing the piano, came about because Zyler had a fleeting interest in it. Queenie immediately hired famous pianists from Jascil as a private tutor for him. Only then did she have a chance to practice alongside him.

However, because her talent was nowhere as good as Zyler's, Queenie forced her to quit piano and made her learn accounting, which she wasn't interested in.

After learning accounting, Queenie still felt that she wasn't good at it. Although Amelia was the finance director of the company, Queenie wanted to watch over everything she did.

In the beginning, Amelia thought that Queenie was only looking out for her. However, in the process of getting constantly nitpicked, she realized that Queenie was biased. In her eyes, Amelia was not as perfect as Zyler.

Amelia even comforted herself by thinking that although her mother was hard on her, her father still loved her. However, she forgot that her father was obedient to her mother.

At this moment, she realized that in this family, she was just the laughingstock. Even their sworn enemy, the Everett family, would pity her and give her clothing. But her father would only care about Queenie's matters.

"It's nothing, you're overthinking things." Terence snapped out of his anger and realized that he had said something harsh due to his emotions.

As if he just noticed Amelia's wounds, he said, "Go back to your room and tidy up. Get a doctor for Amelia."

His latter words seemed to be for the maids.

Amelia tightened her grip on the coat. Her heart turned cold as she went up the stairs.