The Heiress They Couldn't Break (Amelia) novel Chapter 388

**Chapter 388: A Surprising Turn**

Jeremy stood there, his mind racing, equally as bewildered as the rest of the onlookers.

He had envisioned the scenario playing out in his mind, much like Amelia and the others. In his thoughts, his mother would surely take their side, her voice rising in a reprimand directed at Amelia.

But this? This was a complete twist he never saw coming.

“What are you thanking me for? I’m not being polite. I mean it,” Whitney declared, her voice ringing with genuine sincerity. There was no trace of pretense in her tone; this was not a calculated maneuver, but a heartfelt expression.

With a flourish, she produced a notepad and a pen from the depths of her handbag, offering them to Amelia with a warmth that suggested she had anticipated this very moment for quite some time. A bright smile illuminated her face, transforming her demeanor.

“Amelia, could you sign this for me? I honestly adore your shows and movies. And when I find a moment, I’ll definitely catch your variety program too,” she continued, her enthusiasm palpable.

Her voice had shifted, now infused with an inviting warmth, contrasting sharply with the cool distance she had maintained earlier.

“That episode where you promoted the herbal cultivation project for the Nygard Group? You were absolutely outstanding. Your grasp of the subject is truly impressive,” Whitney added, her admiration evident.

As someone entrenched in research, Whitney was accustomed to wielding a notebook and pen, jotting down notes during academic discussions. Yet, on this occasion, she was employing them for an entirely different purpose, and she found the experience invigorating.

Amelia, caught off guard, felt her thoughts scatter momentarily.

“Hmm, okay,” she murmured, her mind a blank canvas as her hands instinctively moved, echoing the familiar motions of signing autographs for her adoring fans.

Swipe, swipe, swipe—her signature flowed across the page with a practiced ease.

“Oh my, Amelia, your handwriting is such a joy to behold. Just like you, it exudes confidence and elegance,” Whitney remarked, her eyes sparkling with delight.

“Hmm, thanks,” Amelia responded, a hint of bashfulness coloring her cheeks.

“I’m so thrilled! Can I take a photo with you?” Whitney’s excitement was infectious.

“Um, of course,” Amelia replied, a smile breaking across her face.

With a burst of enthusiasm, Whitney drew Amelia close, as if she were her most cherished celebrity. Then, turning to her son, she commanded, “Well? Why are you just standing there gawking? Can’t you see I’m capturing a moment with my idol? Hurry up and take the picture!”

The sudden transformation in her attitude was almost surreal, leaving Jeremy momentarily frozen in disbelief. But the spell was short-lived; he quickly sprang into action, retrieving his phone and moving toward them with a newfound eagerness.

With a steady hand, he snapped several photos, his patience unwavering. He even offered professional advice on poses and expressions, channeling the spirit of a seasoned photographer.

“Mom, let’s capture a couple of photos of just us too,” he suggested, a hint of mischief in his tone.

“Absolutely!” Whitney replied, her cheerfulness unwavering.

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