Chapter 11: Amelia's Choice
(Amelia's POV)
I looked at Caleb's fake smile and the empty seat beside him with undisguised contempt.
"Caleb, your attempt at pretending to be close to me is pathetic," I said coldly. "Please don't make me sick."
His smile froze on his face as I deliberately walked past him to sit next to Jaxon and Seraphina. The dining room fell silent, all eyes on us.
Caleb's face darkened with rage. His fists clenched under the table, and I could see him struggling to maintain his composure. Celine tugged at his sleeve, giving him a warning look.
Adrian cleared his throat, his voice stern. "Amelia, I'm very displeased with your rudeness."
I turned to him with a raised eyebrow. "I'm not your daughter, Uncle Adrian. You have no right to discipline me."
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