The Heiress They Couldn't Break (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 676

No one knew if it was a botched cosmetic surgery or some kind of eating disorder.

Regina looked like a walking skeleton; it was honestly terrifying.

"And there's something else about why Mom was released so quickly," Miguel continued.

He paused, as if weighing his words.

After a long moment, he finally said it. "Mom has severe depression. Clinical major depression. And … some other mental health issues.

"I used that, along with official reports from several top hospitals proving she has a documented psychiatric history. That's why she was cleared and released."

If it was ruled self-defense combined with a diagnosed mental illness, then even if it counted as accidental manslaughter, it could be settled with financial compensation.

The Nygards and the Currans didn't lack money. If money could solve it, then it wasn't truly a problem.

Miguel gave all the credit to Jeremy.

In truth, he and Maxwell hadn't slept for two straight days, scrambling to handle everything.

But that didn't matter anymore.

Who got the credit didn't matter.

All of them had come to realize that family was what truly mattered.

Their father was gone. And they had never even known their mother had been battling such severe depression.

As sons, they had failed her.

They grew up in privilege, handsome and accomplished, admitted into top universities.

They had always thought they were the best of the best.

Now they understood that none of it meant anything.

If your family fell apart, if the people you loved drifted away, then no amount of money or status meant a damn thing.

Amelia talked with Miguel for a long time.

After she hung up, her heart wouldn't calm down.

She never imagined this was the reason Emery had escaped prison.

She didn't know whether to feel relieved or heartbroken.

So Mom fell into depression years ago, and no one noticed.

That timing… it was when I went missing from the Nygards.

So my disappearance wasn't met with indifference. They weren't cold or uncaring.

Just like Dad, they searched for me frantically.

Emery had been consumed by it, unable to let go, sinking into depression because she couldn't pull herself out.

But the atmosphere at home back then had been suffocating. She didn't dare talk about it and kept it all inside.

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