Chapter 6

The Martinez family had brought up the marriage proposal to the Brown family multiple times.

But the Brown family always dodged the topic, never publicly acknowledging Bianca's status.

Especially William, who reportedly had arguments with his elders over this matter.

Yet here he was now.

William didn't seem bothered by Chase's words at all. He kept smiling, but his words were sharp. "I don't want to be too blunt, but since you asked, I'll be straight. Someone who takes another's place doesn't deserve to be my wife. But my fiancée isn't like that, so I don't mind."

"You..."

This was outright humiliation!

Bianca's face turned red instantly, and she almost collapsed to the ground, tears welling up in her eyes. Her fingertips dug deeply into her flesh.

She was furious, cursing William a thousand times in her heart. How could that country bumpkin compare to her? But in the end, she didn't dare say anything.

Even with a broken leg, William was still a favored child of heaven, someone she couldn't afford to offend.

Ava hesitated for a moment but then walked over to comfortingly rub Bianca's head, before turning to give Chase a look.

There were still servants around. If they didn't refute William, Bianca would never be able to show up in high society again.

Chase adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, "Bianca is our daughter, raised with care from a young age. In the hearts of the Martinez family, she's no different from a biological child. William, you shouldn't say such things in the future."

William nodded noncommittally.

But she was different, even better than a biological child.

"As for what you just mentioned, I'm afraid I can't agree. Amelia was just brought back from the countryside not long ago. Her mother and I miss her very much, so it's better for her to stay at home. Besides, you two aren't married yet, so it's inappropriate. As for my mother, I have my ways to handle her, so there's no need..."

"Dad."A female voice interrupted their conversation.

Bianca stepped forward, wrapping her arm around Chase's, her voice sweet and concerned.

"Dad, why not let Amelia go? She can spend time with Mr. Brown and build a relationship. Otherwise, if Grandma wakes up tomorrow and sees Amelia, she'll be upset and blame you, even threatening to harm herself."

She had heard that since William's leg was broken, he appeared gentle and easygoing in public, but was actually violent in private, often beating the servants. If Amelia went, there would be a good show to watch.

A hint of schadenfreude flashed in her eyes, quickly concealed, "What do you think, Dad?"

Amelia stood silently in the background, as if the discussion wasn't about her future.

Chase glanced at Bianca, whom he had raised from a young age, and withdrew his hand discreetly, his brow furrowing for a moment. He lightly patted his suit, his voice turning cold. "Not good. Amelia, come here."

He beckoned to Amelia, like he was calling a pet.

He asked, "What do you think? Stay at the Martinez Villa or go to the Brown Manor?"

Amelia was surprised that Chase would ask her opinion, but she made her choice without hesitation.

Amelia said, "I'll stay at the Martinez Villa."

Chase wasn't surprised at all. He looked at William in the wheelchair, "William, you heard her. Amelia chose to stay herself, not me making the decision for her."

William responded lightly, "Alright then, I won't push it. But if Amelia runs into any trouble, she should remember to call me."

He recited his phone number, asking Amelia to add his contact, then turned his wheelchair and left, satisfied.

Bianca stood there, watching the scene unfold, her teeth nearly grinding to pieces.

After the outsiders left, Chase gave Amelia a deep look and said, "Have the servants take you to your room later."

Bianca volunteered for the task, forcing a smile and pulling Amelia's hand like a good sister, "I'll take Amelia. I know where it is."

The room was originally a guest room.

It was decorated warmly, with pink walls and a wall full of dolls.

Once inside, Bianca dropped the act, releasing Amelia, her eyes full of disdain, her tone mocking, "Don't think staying here is a good thing. One day, I'll make sure you leave the same way you came."

Amelia replied calmly, "Well, I'm looking forward to that day."

Bianca didn't get angry, just sneered and left. She could talk tough, but she'd suffer eventually.

Once the annoying person left, Amelia sat on the bed, the soft mattress bouncing her slightly. It was quite comfortable. She turned off the light, wrapped herself in the blanket, and fell asleep.

The next morning.

Amelia stood in the small garden of the Martinez Villa, facing the sunrise. She ran a few laps, then found an empty spot to practice her punches.

Each move was clean and crisp, without any hesitation.

This was a habit she had developed since childhood.

"Excuse me, I need to sweep the floor."

Amelia frowned and moved to another spot.

"Excuse me again."

She remained silent, moving again.

"Excuse me..."

"If I remember correctly, you just swept here."

Amelia looked coldly at the servant in front of her.

The servant said, "When I tell you to move, you move. Why do you care so much? You don't really think a country bumpkin like you can turn things around just because you came back to the Martinez family, do you? The Martinez family only has one young lady, Ms. Bianca Martinez."

Amelia asked, "What's your name?"

Amelia's bright eyes stared at the servant like arrows, her expression unreadable.

Despite this, the servant was so intimidated that cold sweat broke out, unable to meet her gaze.

Damn it, how could a country woman have such a strong presence, just like Chase?

The servant replied, "Why do you care what my name is?"

Amelia said, "I need to know your name so I can have you fired. After all, I have Martinez blood in me. If I ask my father to fire you, do you think he'll listen? Or will your dear Ms. Martinez plead for you?"

The servant panicked, "I didn't mean that. It's just that since you came back, the Martinez family has been in chaos. Ms. Martinez..."

Amelia said, "You're fired."

The sudden words interrupted them, and they both looked towards the source.

A tall man with long legs stood there, his proportions perfect. He leaned slightly against a pillar, having stood there for who knows how long.