Chapter 795 This Family of Three Is Trash, And I’m Done With Them

• Taylor rushed to calm him down. “Honey, don’t hit the kid. The investors pulling out isn’t Olivia’s fault!” “Not her fault? Then you blaming me?” Drake’s forehead veins bulged as he snarled, “I’ve been stuck in detention all this time. You didn’t try to get me out. You’re out there partying, blowing cash like crazy. You’re ungrateful, all of you!” For a moment, the visitation room turned into a shouting match. Amelia lounged back, legs crossed, eyes narrowed with a playful smile. She tore open a bag of sunflower seeds and started cracking them with interest. She’d snagged them from Donum’s stash. Donum was like a little mouse, hiding snacks everywhere. Every time Amelia found them, she confiscated them… and ate them herself. Heh, heh! Donum’s deadpan face: Yep, that’s my mom alright. Drake, Taylor, and Olivia argued for ages, with the crisp crack of seeds popping up every few seconds. They stopped, turned, and saw Ms. Amelia—snacking while they fought. “Ms. Amelia, what are you doing?” Drake was so mad he was one breath away from a stroke. “Eating seeds! And I’m not sharing. I barely have enough for me,” Amelia said, spitting a seed hull that landed right on Taylor’s high heel. Taylor shook her foot hard. “Gross!” The heel flew off and smacked Olivia’s shin. “Ow! That hurts!” Olivia screamed, grabbing her leg. The three of them spiraled into chaos again—pure circus. Drake tried to rush in for a hit, but Taylor held him back. She kept signaling frantically, and he barely swallowed the rage. Drake scrubbed his face hard, then put on a fake, gentle smile. He switched faces so fast it made you wonder if he’d trained with a Sichuan opera master. “Amelia, Daddy’s having a rough time in here. The patient’s family wants a hundred million in damages before they drop the lawsuit. We don’t have that kind of money. There is a way to get me out, though. It just takes a tiny sacrifice from you…” Amelia pulled out a can of milk and chugged. Drake clenched his jaw, forcing himself to ignore it. “Mr. Wang’s father came to propose. He says Mr. Wang really likes you. If you agree to the marriage, he’ll bail me out…” Amelia whipped out a jelly cup. Slurp, slurp. Drake finally snapped, slamming the table. “How long are you going to eat?!” Amelia spoke around the straw. “Seeds made me thirsty, so I’m having some milk. And hey—there’s jelly too. Might as well finish it. I’m not lugging it back.” Drake roared, “I’m not talking about your snack order! I’m talking about your marriage!” Amelia sucked down the last mouthful of jelly, tossed the cup, and reached back into her bag for more. Huh? Where’d they go? She’d had a whole pile. The Mister must’ve taken them. Amelia scowled. Afraid she’d keep eating, Drake rushed his pitch. “Did you hear me? If you’ll marry Mr. Wang, I can walk out of here!” No snacks left and her temper spiked. Arms folded, voice cold: “Didn’t I wreck Wang Donglai? He’s not dead yet?” Drake sucked in a sharp breath and stumbled back a few steps. Taylor hurried to steady him, coaxing hard. “Amelia, don’t be childish. Mr. Wang won’t hold a grudge. He still wants to marry you. That’s a huge blessing. He’s extremely handsome, refined, and you two are perfect together—a match made in heaven! You’d be a lady of the house right away. Mansion, luxury car, a houseful of household staff waiting on you, a husband who dotes on you, more money than you can spend. You’d be living your best life. Amazing, right?” Amelia pictured Wang Donglai’s hideous, greasy face—squinty eyes, flat nose, thick lips, pure creep. How did Taylor manage to brag with her eyes closed? “Extremely handsome and refined”? Yeah, right. Amelia snorted. “If it’s so great, why don’t you send Olivia? She and Mr. Wang are super close, aren’t they? She doesn’t mind getting filthy—she even ate his vomit. She gifted her besties to him to enjoy. She’s basically the definition of gentle and virtuous. He should be thrilled with her.” Olivia’s mind flashed back to that awful night at the Windsor Club. She slapped a hand over her mouth and gagged. So gross. She wanted to throw up. Peggy got wrecked and ran back to her mother’s place to hide. She still couldn’t let her husband, Colson Spencer, find out. Amelia pointed at Olivia and said loudly, “Little sis gagging like that? Odds are she’s pregnant with some guy’s bastard. She should marry Mr. Wang. He’d be a happy surprise dad. Two birds, one stone. What a win.” Olivia almost blew a gasket. “You’re full of it! My stomach just hurts. Stop spreading nonsense!” Amelia folded her arms, shaking her leg, lip curled. “You love spinning rumors about everyone else. Now that it’s about you, you can’t take it?” The conversation veered off track, so Taylor yanked it back. “Amelia—” Amelia waved her off. “Enough. I’m not wasting words with you. I came here to ask Drake something. You two, out.” Drake sat quiet, trying to calm down. Hearing his daughter call him by name didn’t even set him off this time. “Say it. Your stepmom and sister aren’t outsiders.” Amelia shrugged. “If you won’t step out, I’m leaving.” “Wait! We’ll go,” Taylor said, hauling a very unwilling Olivia out the door. She slipped Drake a look—hold Amelia steady. Outside, Taylor pulled out her phone. “Mr. Wang, Amelia just arrived. But she’s stubborn, she won’t agree to the marriage. Why don’t you come pick her up yourself? Bring more people. I’m sure she’ll feel your sincerity.” The hint couldn’t be clearer: come grab her. Heh. The net was set. Let’s see where Ms. Amelia runs now. Inside the visitation room, Amelia narrowed her eyes. “How did my brother really die? Dad, you planning to give me a real answer?” Drake’s gaze flickered. His back snapped straight. “He got caught up in that explosion. It was an accident. What more do you want?” Amelia pulled out the note shards she’d found under Chen Haoyu’s bed. “These say ‘chip.’ What does that mean?” Drake glanced at the scraps and panic flashed in his eyes. He lunged to snatch them, but Amelia dodged easily. “Maybe you do know how Chen Haoyu really died?”