Amelia glanced at Simon and handed her phone to him.
Simon took the phone without hesitation and answered.
Before he could speak, Richard's voice snapped through the line.
"Amelia, are you really trying to get that old woman killed?"
Simon's eyes narrowed sharply. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his tone icy.
"Richard, do you even know who I am?"
The silence on the other end was deafening. Then Richard's stammering reply came, "S-Simon?"
"If you dare to bother Amelia again, the consequences won't just stop at losing a hand." His voice, cold and menacing, carried an undeniable warning.
Without waiting for a reply, Simon ended the call.
Amelia frowned. "What's this about losing a hand?"
Simon glanced at her but said nothing. Instead, he asked, "What exac
