When the Dead Still Call novel Chapter 413

**Chapter 413: Guilt Trip**

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In the intricate tapestry of their family dynamics, Maxwell stood out as the brother who bore the closest resemblance to Emery. Both were imbued with a stubbornness that seemed to be woven into their very beings; they were incapable of distinguishing right from wrong even if it were to confront them directly.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was thick with unspoken tension, a palpable heaviness that weighed down on everyone present. The moment Ursula entered the room, the bickering between Maxwell and Emery ceased abruptly, as if her presence had cast a spell of silence over them.

Amelia, however, was a different story. Throughout the meal, her focus remained steadfastly on her grandmother, her words flowing easily between them while the other two sat in stony silence, their plates serving as mere props in a play they were unwilling to perform.

As the food dwindled, Emery’s patience began to fray like an old rope. She straightened her back, the resolve in her posture signaling that she was ready to confront the elephant in the room.

“Amelia,” she said, her voice cutting through the stillness with a sharpness that surprised even herself. “Your father and Marcelo mentioned that you’re Walter’s student. Why have you never bothered to tell me?”

A smirk danced on Amelia’s lips, a hint of mockery in her expression. “And why would I feel the need to share that with you?”

Emery felt the heat of anger rising within her, almost overwhelming, but she fought to contain it. This was her daughter, after all—her own flesh and blood. She needed to keep her composure; there were still bridges to mend and goals to achieve.

Taking a deep breath, she attempted to soften her tone, though it required every ounce of her willpower.

“You’re back at Nygard Group, right? You must be aware that several of our significant projects are tied to PharmaCore.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly, a silent plea hidden within her gaze. “Could you possibly speak to Walter? Maybe persuade him to open a few doors for us?”

“No.” The word came from Amelia’s lips like ice, immediate and unyielding.

It was always the same scenario. Whenever there was potential profit on the horizon, they showered her with affection, calling her “Amelia” with those insincere smiles plastered on their faces. But the moment there was nothing to gain, they transformed into lecturing figures, wielding guilt like a weapon.

At times, she questioned whether she was truly their child at all.

Because Emery, her mother, was a woman without shame, a fact that made Amelia’s stomach churn. The thought of sharing blood with her was almost too much to bear.

Her rejection struck Emery like a physical blow, shattering the facade of calm she had been desperately trying to maintain.

“Amelia, you are a Nygard,” she snapped, her voice rising with indignation. “You’ve spent your entire life benefiting from what this family has provided for you.”

“You owe everything you are to the support of the Nygard family. You cannot sit idly by and watch your grandfather’s legacy crumble.”

When neither her pleading nor her scolding seemed to penetrate Amelia’s resolve, Emery decided to play her trump card.

She knew her daughter’s soft spot all too well. It was her grandfather, the man who had always held a special place in her heart, who could sway Amelia’s feelings.

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