The Heiress They Couldn't Break (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 699

Especially Walter, whose face went deathly pale. His body swayed as he nearly lost his footing.

Amelia quickly reached out to steady him.

Seeing that, Truman's lips curled into a twisted smile, as if he'd just witnessed something deeply entertaining, and he continued in a taunting tone:

"What's wrong? Too angry to stand? Weren't you always the righteous one, leading us in the name of truth?

"Take a good look now. Your so-called brothers, your right-hand men—I personally sent them to their graves! That team spirit you're so proud of? Worthless in front of me! Hahaha…"

He laughed wildly, the sound echoing harshly through the solemn interrogation room, sharp and chilling.

Walter didn't speak again, nor did he show any extreme reaction.

Because he knew there was no point. Nothing he said could undo a man's obsession.

Soon, Truman, Esmond, and all their accomplices were escorted away by the police.

Only Amelia, Jeremy, and Walter remained.

"Amelia, you are never pulling something like that again! It worked this time, but what if it hadn't?"

After everyone else had left, Jeremy couldn't hold back and sternly reprimanded his future wife.

It was the first time he had ever spoken to her so seriously.

Yes, they had discussed setting a long line to catch a big fish and deliberately luring the snake out of its hole.

But nowhere in that discussion had it included her risking herself as bait!

This time it succeeded, and everything ended well.

But what if?

What if it had failed? She could have lost her life.

The more Jeremy thought about it, the more panic crept into his chest. A thin layer of cold sweat dampened his back, and his grip on Amelia's arm tightened unconsciously, his knuckles turning pale.

He didn't even dare to imagine that "what if" becoming reality—if anything had truly happened to Amelia, what would he have done?

He simply could not survive that kind of loss.

"I'm sorry. I promise there won't be a next time."

Amelia put on a meek, apologetic expression and even traced her fingertip lightly across his palm in a small, placating gesture.

She knew very well how dangerous the operation had been. One wrong step, and the whole plan would have collapsed.

But chances like that were rare, and she couldn't bring herself to let it slip away.

She wanted to expose their crimes, avenge her father, and make sure no more innocent people were hurt.

The thought made guilt flood her chest, and her voice carried sincere remorse as she said obediently,

"Walter, I really didn't think it through. I was impulsive. I shouldn't have gambled with my own safety.

"I promise from now on, I'll discuss everything with you and Jeremy first. I won't act recklessly like this again."

As she spoke, she snuck a sideways glance at Jeremy, silently begging him to say something on her behalf and ease the tension.

But this time, that infuriating man didn't help her at all. Instead, he sided with Walter and added,

"If you dare pull something like that again, I'll lock you up and won't let you step outside."

"Oh, really? You think you can lock me up? Go ahead and try."

Amelia immediately thumped him a few times with her little fists.

She knew she was in the wrong, but after being spoiled by him for so long, she had gotten a little too used to it.

She was clearly the one at fault, yet after being scolded a couple of times, she reacted like a provoked bunny ready to bite.

Jeremy took the light punches to his arm—they barely hurt, more like playful taps—yet he deliberately made a pained expression, his eyes filled with indulgent amusement.

He gently caught her wrist mid-swing and lowered his voice. "Alright, alright. It's my fault, okay? I was just scared out of my mind. That's why I couldn't help saying a few things."

As he spoke, he subtly shot Walter a look, signaling for him to ease up and stop wearing that stern expression.