The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 161 Amelia the Ruthless

Under Tristan’s pressure, Marcus was sentenced to death and executed three days later.

On the day of the execution, Amelia got a call. The woman on the other end was crying, "Amelia, it’s mom."

Amelia was reciting scriptures with Mrs. Lewis. She frowned, ended the call fast.

The phone rang again and again. Mrs. Lewis sighed heavily. "If there’s something, just say it. Clearly, she’s not giving up."

"It’s a spam call," Amelia explained.

"These days, you get all sorts of scammers. Just block it."

Seeing Mrs. Lewis wasn’t pleased, Amelia blocked the number. But another unknown number popped up.

Losing her patience, she stepped aside, pressed the volume down button, her voice frosty, "What’s your problem? Didn’t I say not to call me? Can’t you understand that?"

The woman cried, "Your dad—he did it all for you! He killed Mrs. Shaw for your sake!"

The words hit Amelia like a bolt. "What... what did you just say?"

Choking on tears, the woman continued, "The Shaws found out about the baby switch back then. So your dad did what he did to protect your place in the Lewis family. Amelia, he’s being executed today. Can’t you at least go and watch from a distance? Just one last look—I’m begging you. Just from afar when they take him to the execution ground."

Amelia’s lashes trembled slightly, but her voice stayed cold. "I’m under heavy surveillance. One wrong move and I lose everything. You want to see that happen to me?"

Those words struck the woman hard. A swapped life exchanged twenty years ago—how could they afford another switch?

"I’ll get in touch once things calm down," Amelia said. "Don’t let anyone find you. That man wearing a mask—he’s controlling you, right?"

"Masked man?" The woman paused. "No... he’s a really handsome guy."

Amelia thought for a second. "If you can, take his picture next time. Do you know his name?"

"Karl Freeman."

"Alright. Send me your location. Don’t call again—your phone might be tapped."

Sniffling, the woman agreed, "I get it. I’ve been careful. Bought a bunch of SIM cards to switch around."

Clutching her phone, Amelia let out a cold laugh. "Mom, I’ll reach out in a few days."

Hearing that long-awaited "mom," the woman burst into tears, the anger over Amelia not meeting her father disappearing like smoke.

Mrs. Lewis quietly moved her prayer beads, mumbling words of compassion.

As footsteps approached, she opened her eyes and smiled kindly, patting the seat next to her. "Come, Amelia."

Amelia obediently sat down and gently massaged her grandmother’s arm. "Grandma."

"Tell me, do you like Jason?"

Deep down, Amelia’s top choice had always been Tristan. But that was a dream—too far-fetched. As for the Lewis men, other than Samuel, Jason, Oliver, and Brandon—they were each exceptional in their own right. Anyone of them was the dream guy in the capital.Amelia knew exactly what Mrs. Lewis was planning—trying to pair her up with Jason. Honestly, how could she let such a golden opportunity slip? She lowered her gaze, her voice soft, pretending to be shy. "Jason’s way out of my league. Besides, the public still doesn’t know what our real relationship is."

Mrs. Lewis gently patted her hand. "Don’t worry about that. If I say you’re good enough, then you are. Once things are set in stone, we’ll make your identity public."

"But... how do we ’set things in stone’ exactly?"

A cunning light flashed through Mrs. Lewis’s eyes. "His birthday’s this Sunday. Let’s throw a party at the Lewis estate, and then..."

She leaned in close, whispering something in Amelia’s ear. Whatever she said, it made Amelia’s face flush bright red.

With a small smile, Amelia replied, "Alright. I’ll do whatever Grandma says."

But while some people were celebrating, others were drowning in sorrow.

Shots rang out at the execution site. A life for a life—justice had been served. No family came to claim the body, so the funeral home took it straight to be cremated. No one came for the ashes, either.

From a distance, the woman watched through teary eyes. No one knew what lied ahead, but karma always found its time.

A black Bentley was parked quietly in a corner outside the site. Cameron reported to Tristan and Megan, "Sir, there was a woman nearby—looked really upset, especially when Marcus Ford was taken in. She kept switching phones, making calls, but we couldn’t catch the content. Whoever was on the other end was super cautious. Seems like someone else was watching her too."

Tristan tapped his finger lightly against the window. "That must be Marcus’s wife. Whoever she’s calling, she wants to see them. Keep an eye on her. Let’s see who shows up."

Back at the villa, the woman walked in and found a man in a long black coat sitting on the couch, casually smoking.

"Mr. Freeman, you’re here?"

Karl gave her a solemn look. "My condolences."

The woman broke into sobs. "We just wanted to protect our daughter... Was that really so wrong?"

He smiled faintly. "Killing has a price—even more so when the victim was Tristan’s mother-in-law. Even if they’d gone for life in prison, Tristan would’ve still pushed for the death penalty."

She clenched her teeth. "Is this what justice looks like?"

He chuckled under his breath. "Justice? I figured out twenty-five years ago that ’justice’ is just another word for power. So... you talked to your daughter?"

She froze. "How did you know? Were you listening in on my calls?"

Karl crossed one leg over the other, unbothered. "Just took a guess. I mean, anyone would want their kid to see her father one last time."

The woman shivered inside. This man always saw straight through her—there was no hiding.

Karl gave her a knowing look. "Family ties? They’re not always reliable. One day, if you realize you were wrong, there may be no turning back."

He stood up, brushed off his coat, and headed for the door.

"Mr. Freeman," she called out, voice shaky, "how do I take revenge on Tristan... and how do I keep my bond with my child from falling apart?"

He looked back with a faint smile. "Revenge? Don’t kid yourself. If you want to hold onto your daughter, then you better not reach out to Amelia again. No matter how she tries to contact you, don’t go."

As Karl’s figure disappeared out the door, the woman collapsed onto the couch, completely shaken.

She went over every single word he said, her body trembling.

She came to two terrifying conclusions:

First, someone was using her to lure out Amelia.

Second, Amelia might sacrifice her to protect herself.