The Heiress They Couldn't Break (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 686

Esmond found Regina absolutely revolting.

And yet this woman had no self-awareness, insisting on burrowing into his arms.

Esmond had no choice but to give her a token hug, perfunctory to the extreme.

That hug made it worse. It was as if her body had dried out, with skin clinging to bone.

It was downright horrifying.

She felt like someone with severe anorexia, reduced to a skeleton wrapped in skin.

He even caught a faint whiff of an old, stale smell clinging to her.

It was so unpleasant that it made his stomach churn.

But it wasn't appropriate to shove her away immediately, so he forced himself to endure it.

For a split second, Esmond actually felt impressed with his own tolerance for the sake of his grand ambitions.

He could outlast anyone in a TV drama. What a miserable joke.

"Regina, are you absolutely sure Amelia has that thing? Tell me everything in detail."

"Yes. I know Raymond. It's only natural he'd given it to his daughter to hide."

Now that they were talking business, Regina let go of him and began explaining everything carefully, step by step.

Finally released and able to breathe fresh air again, Esmond let out a silent sigh of relief.

After she finished, she even took out the concrete evidence she'd obtained after having someone stake the place out for ages.

"Looks like this time it's real. That little brat hid it well, even pretending she didn't know anything before."

After reviewing the materials and proof she provided, Esmond confirmed again and again that what they wanted was indeed in that girl's hands.

He was thrilled. The disgust he'd felt toward Regina earlier was temporarily washed away by the promise of enormous benefits.

"This can't get out. Don't act rashly for now. Wait for my next instructions."

After saying that, Esmond prepared to leave.

"Really? You're not lying to me this time? You're not going to walk away again and leave me hanging like before?"

Seeing him about to go, Regina felt a flicker of unease and anxiety.

She was afraid that once she lost her usefulness again, this heartless man would discard her without hesitation.

She wanted to linger with him a little longer, but she was painfully aware of how she looked now and didn't dare remove her mask or sunglasses in front of him.

"Of course not. I'm going to talk to that man about this and figure out how to take what Amelia has.

"Once we get it, there'll be a chance to cure the side effects you're suffering from.

"For now, you just stay home and focus on recovering. Your health matters more than anything."

Regina stood there alone, listening to his footsteps fade down the hallway, her body slowly sinking into the chair.

She removed her sunglasses, revealing eyes bloodshot and dull, filled with confusion and uncertainty.

But there was no turning back.

As for Esmond, who had already left in a hurry, he couldn't care less about what he'd promised Regina.

Back when she still had value, and when they still had a daughter together, he had kept in contact with her and maintained their affair.

Now, their daughter was dead, and she had become this grotesque shell of a person, more frightening than a ghost.

There was no way he would ever want her again.

With his status and money, he could have any woman he wanted.

He had coaxed her into cooperating with the experiment in the first place only because he'd valued her special constitution—she could endure the brutal early reactions to the drugs.

She had merely been a first-generation test subject that showed promising early results.

As for "once we get that thing, your side effects can be cured," that was nothing but a lie to keep her obedient.

In her current ruined state, she didn't even qualify as a laboratory vessel anymore.

And that line, "Don't let me down," had become the biggest joke of all.