Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 371

“He’s not upset anymore. Something urgent came up at the office, but once he’s handled it, he’ll come see you. Try to get some rest—you’ll heal faster if you sleep.”

A gentle smile blossomed on Violet’s lips. “Okay!”

Mogan sat at the edge of the bed, watching Violet as she drifted into sleep. His gaze lingered on her delicate features, overlaying them with the memory of a little girl from long ago.

It had to be her. How could it not be? The resemblance was uncanny—she was always her.

But as Daniel had said, when disaster struck the Brown family, Mogan was only ten. No matter how gifted he was, there was no way a ten-year-old could orchestrate such an elaborate switch, deceiving everyone with a prince-and-pauper scheme. It was pure fantasy.

By the time Mogan stepped out of the hospital room, night had fallen. He found a quiet corner and, after a moment’s hesitation, dialed a number.

“I want everything you can find on Amelia—from her childhood to now. Leave nothing out.”

Mogan simply couldn’t convince himself.

Every time he was sure Violet was actually Rose, Amelia’s face would flash through his mind—her sharp tongue, the way she looked at people with that cool, indifferent gaze.

Rose had always been like that as a child—spoiled and bold. Outsiders would gossip that the Scott family was going to ruin their little heiress with all their pampering.

But those who knew her understood: she was spoiled because she was worth it.

The Browns and the Scotts were the two most powerful families in Elm City, sitting at the very top of high society.

She was the Scott family’s only daughter, cherished beyond measure—a princess among princesses.

But she never misused her privilege. She only acted out against “bad people.” If she saw injustice, even as a tiny thing, she’d shout and stand up for what was right. For every bully she’d fought, there was someone she’d protected with her kindness.

Mogan himself was one of those people she’d pulled back from the edge with her compassion.

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When Daniel couldn’t reach her by phone, he shamelessly waited outside her house.

Usually, Amelia would just give him a frosty glance and walk right past. If he blocked her way, she’d toss out a line with a chill in her voice: “Your precious Porcelain Doll is still lying in the hospital. Shouldn’t you be by her side, making sure she doesn’t die on you?”

Daniel only laughed and pinched her cheek. “Didn’t you see what happened? You just didn’t want Mogan hanging around you, so you set me up to distract him.”

Amelia’s expression didn’t budge. “If you stopped chasing after me, maybe I wouldn’t have to deal with all these pests.”

Daniel looked down at her cool, distant eyes. He thought she was adorable when she put on that stern face, and he couldn’t resist wanting to pinch her again.

“And what if I can’t stop chasing you?”

“Then you can all drop dead!” Amelia slammed the door in his face, nearly catching his nose.

Daniel rubbed his nose and clicked his tongue. “See? My wife cares about me so much—always thinking about my life expectancy.”