When the Dead Still Call novel Chapter 327

Chapter 327: Amelia’s Plan

Amelia wasn’t fabricating anything. She was fully aware that Marcelo truly longed to reconcile with Isabel, yet his repeated attempts had been met with constant rejection.

Emery held onto the hope that she could somehow assist her son in mending the fractured relationship with Isabel.

Regarding Isabel becoming part of the family, Emery felt a genuine sense of happiness—she truly liked Isabel.

When it came to family background, intelligence, appearance, and overall capabilities, Isabel was nothing short of exceptional.

“Mrs. Nygard, let’s not dwell on that. Honestly, I think my life is quite fine the way it is now,” Isabel responded with a tone that left no room for argument.

Her words were a clear refusal, and she quickly steered the conversation elsewhere.

“About Maxwell and Patience breaking up—it’s basically the same story as Marcelo and me. Now Maxwell wants Patience back, but she’s completely avoiding him.”

“Mrs. Nygard, I honestly believe that until the core issues within the Nygard family are resolved, most girls probably…”

She trailed off, but the meaning was unmistakable.

Any girl who might consider marrying into the Nygard family would likely come from a strong background and possess admirable qualities.

But if she had better options, why would she willingly choose to join a family where a spoiled little sister-in-law made life miserable?

No one enjoys being deliberately mistreated.

And that sister-in-law was adopted—she wasn’t even a blood relative of the Nygards.

In a way, it was almost laughable. The entire Nygard family looked foolish.

Emery understood the subtle hints Isabel was making. Her expression darkened, and a flush of embarrassment crept over her.

She hadn’t realized that Maxwell’s breakup with Patience was connected to Gianna.

Not that she had any fondness for Patience herself.

But from Isabel’s words, it seemed that as long as Gianna remained a presence, no girl would want to marry any of her sons.

Who would say such a thing?

Her three sons were remarkable—outstanding in every way. Many girls desired to marry them.

They just wanted to choose the very best.

“Sorry, Mrs. Nygard. I think my friend might be here. I should get going. We can talk another time.”

Isabel felt she had said all she intended to. With a quick excuse, she prepared to leave.

“Alright, see you next time,” Emery replied with a small, somewhat forced smile.

What Isabel had revealed was far more than Emery had known—or even overlooked.

She needed time to process everything and figure out her next steps.

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