Chapter 137: Half-Baked Truths
"Preposterous," Amelia gritted her teeth. "Especially when all I have now is your word against the memory of my mother."
She stood to her feet, the legs of the chair scraping against the floor as she did so.
"If that’s all you have to say, then it’s no wonder you were kicked out of the apartment that other day," Amelia said. "You don’t care about your dead partner and child. All you care about is the money their death can bring you."
Joshua barked in laughter as though highly amused by Amelia’s words. "And what would you know about grief?" He gestured to her and said, "Look at you― you are enveloped by wealth. You suffered for barely even a couple of years before your rich grandfather brought you up the social ladder."
"You know nothing about me nor my struggles," Amelia hissed. "I offer you my condolences for your lost family, but what you’re requesting is unreasonable."
If he had asked for a couple of grand, perhaps Amelia could still reason with herself. It had been years and she highly doubted this money would be going into any actual grieving, but if that was what would mend her father and Joshua’s relationship, Amelia wouldn’t mind it too much. However, seven digits was a whole other story.
"Struggles?" Joshua echoed. "You married a rich boy and played pretend with him for a couple of years. After that, you two got a divorce and you became the heiress of the wealthiest and most influential family in all of Solara. Now you’ve got yourself a fancy little new fiancé from an equally wealthy family."
Joshua rolled his eyes, standing up as well. Only, he was much rougher, causing the seat to fall back as he rose to his full height.
"What struggle do you have, Amelia Kentwood?" Joshua roared, taking a step forward. His voice rose even higher as he took another step forward, the glass shards still held in his hand. "What do you know about the struggles of us poor, average citizens when you’re rolling in dough?"