When the Dead Still Call novel Chapter 412

**Broken by Destiny by George Orwell**
**Chapter 412: Back at Home**

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Typically, Amelia had a knack for returning home on her own terms. She never felt the need to schedule her visits with precision or to make a fuss about it.

Ursula, her ever-observant grandmother, had learned to read her rhythms and patterns. She understood Amelia well enough to anticipate her return, without the need for formal arrangements or tedious small talk to set the stage.

However, this time was different. A nagging certainty settled in Amelia’s mind that the Nygards had made their way to plead with Grandma, and that was the only reason Ursula had reached out to her.

“Huh, I figured you would catch on,” Ursula said with a sigh, her tone a mix of exasperation and understanding. “If you want to avoid them, then don’t bother coming back. They certainly don’t have your best interests at heart.”

Amelia nodded, the weight of Ursula’s words settling heavily on her. “You’re right; it won’t be anything pleasant. But if I don’t show up this time, they’ll just keep pestering you and Thea. So I guess I have to face them.”

Deep down, Amelia appreciated Ursula’s concern. The last thing she wanted was for the Nygards to harass her beloved grandmother or her aunt. She knew that if she didn’t intervene, they would turn their attention to Ursula and Thea, making their lives more difficult.

So, she steeled herself for the encounter, preparing to confront the inevitable.

The following day…

True to her word, Amelia arrived at the Nygard Residence, stepping through the door with a sense of resignation.

As she entered, it was apparent that the atmosphere was charged with more than just her grandmother and aunt waiting for her return.

“Amelia! You’re finally back! Come, sit here!” Ursula’s voice rang out with a blend of relief and excitement. She had been engaged in conversation with Emery, but the moment her favorite granddaughter walked through the door, all other thoughts faded away.

Amelia moved to her side, settling into the chair beside her grandmother, feeling the warmth of familial affection envelop her.

“Why do you have such a poor sense of time? You’ve made everyone wait to start eating. You’re grown up now; shouldn’t you be more considerate of your elders?”

As soon as Amelia took her seat, the familiar lecture began. Emery wasted no time, her tone authoritative, as though she were imparting wisdom on a child who had forgotten her manners.

“Why don’t you greet everyone when you arrive? A little sweetness in your words goes a long way. Otherwise, people might think you lack proper etiquette.”

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