Betrayed I Upgraded to His Billionaire Brother novel Chapter 6

**TITLE: Pushing the Edge 6**
**Chapter 06**

With each echoing footfall approaching, I seamlessly slipped into the role I had rehearsed countless times before.

“Amelia, I… I truly don’t grasp what you’re saying,” I whispered, allowing a tremor to lace my voice, as though I were on the brink of tears. “I’ve been upstairs the entire time… just wrapping a gift for Zane.”

I blinked deliberately, letting my eyes widen and shimmer as if filled with unshed tears. “It was Max who damaged grandfather’s painting. How… how could you possibly blame me?”

Every syllable I uttered was designed to exude a sense of wounded innocence. I embodied the essence of the victim—hurt, wronged, and tragically misunderstood.

Isn’t it amusing how life unfolds? I was merely reflecting the lessons Amelia had imparted through her daily performances, each one a masterclass in deception.

When Simon, the head butler of the estate, strode into the villa’s living room, he cut an imposing figure—tall and rigid, his silver hair precisely styled. The scene that greeted him would have made even the most seasoned servant recoil in shock.

The room appeared to have been ravaged by a small tornado. I stood by the staircase, calm yet unjustly accused, while Amelia’s expression was a tempest of fury.

Simon’s hawk-like gaze surveyed the chaos before settling on us with palpable disapproval.

“Mrs. Amelia,” he began, his voice low yet imbued with an unmistakable authority, “the Old Madam is unwell today. She has entrusted me with the task of conveying her decision.”

He paused, allowing each word to resonate like an unassailable decree. “Since you have demonstrated an inability to discipline your child, she shall now intervene—the Grayson way.”

Amelia’s lips quivered, disbelief etched across her features. “What did you just say?”

“Your social allowance for the next quarter has been revoked. Furthermore—”

Simon gestured with a finality that brooked no dissent. “You will proceed to the chapel,” his voice remained calm yet sliced through the air like a blade, “for six hours of fasting on your knees. Now.”

“Simon…” I began, attempting to interject.

But Simon smiled, cutting me off with a wave of his hand. “There’s no need to plead for her. You’ve had enough on your plate, managing Master Ethan’s funeral arrangements. You should focus on resting.”

Elara: “…”

I hadn’t intended to plead for her; I merely wanted to inquire if the Old Madam was feeling any better. After all, I still needed to find the right moment to approach the main house and discuss the divorce.

In the Grayson family, nothing was ever merely a private affair between a husband and wife. What was decreed in the main house was absolute.

No matter how much fury simmered within Amelia, she had no choice but to trudge her rigid body through the biting cold and snow to the chapel, where her ‘reflection’ awaited her.

I didn’t even bother watching her being led away; instead, I turned to ascend the stairs once more.

Mary’s voice broke through the silence, soft and hesitant. “Madam, what about the painting?”

“Don’t fret about it,” I replied lightly, dismissing her concern. “Someone will come by to collect it, restore it, and return it to its rightful place.”

The truth, however, was that the piece hanging on that wall was merely a reproduction.

The original masterpiece was currently showcased at my friend’s gallery—fulfilling grandfather’s dying wish for his art to be appreciated by a wider audience.

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**Chapter 06**

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