?<strong>Chapter 362:</strong>


    Can was startled by Amara’s erratic behavior. “Mrs. Miller?”


    “Hand me the phone!” she demanded.


    Can hesitated, unsure of who she intended to call, but his gut feeling told him it wouldn’t end well. “Hand it over now!” she repeated.


    After a pause, he ultimately denied her request. “Since your son has not yet returned, it might be wise to wait for him.”


    “Do you think I fear him?” Amara rose abruptly and stormed into the house, clutching her dress.


    Her hands shook with rage as she grasped the phone, located a number, and dialed it. “Hello? Eliza? Come here now!”


    “Amara? Is there a problem?”


    “I instructed you toe! Why the interrogation?”


    Eliza had never been addressed so sharply, but with her family in crisis, she had to tolerate Amara’s outbursts.


    “Understood.”


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    Upon her arrival at the Miller Mansion, destruction was evident everywhere. The luxurious imported tiles at the entryway were smashed, debris from shattered porcin covered the floor, and even the imported sofa bore stains of red wine.


    Amara was known for her fits of anger when upset, aware that her substantial wealth meant any damage could be rectified by the servants. The wealth of the Miller family was exactly what Eliza depended on. She made her way carefully through the wreckage to where Amara was drinking.


    “Amara, what has upset you so?”


    Amara, tipsy from the alcohol, took no one seriously, whether drunk or sober. “How is the scheme to take Joelle’s daughter going?”


    Eliza gripped her purse tightly, feeling reluctant. As an only child, she had been showered with affection and sent overseas to study business once she came of age. Now, in pursuit of a man’s affection, she found herself swallowing her pride to work as a kindergarten teacher. Yet, with her family’s dire situation, she had little choice but to persevere.


    “Everything is moving along well.”


    Amara scoffed, “If that were true, Joelle would no longer be in Illerith.”


    Eliza bowed her head even lower. “The bond between mother and daughter is robust. Even if Aurora and her mother part, I doubt she would ept me as her stepmother.”


    “They must be separated!” Amara’s voice escted, causing Eliza’s heart to pound. “Adrian stays with Joelle only because of the child. Once you gain custody, you can join the Miller family. Your family’s financial problems can be solved then.”


    Eliza kept her gaze down, saying, “Yes, I understand. Winning Aurora’s heart is crucial to winning Adrian’s.”


    “Excellent.” Amara looked at her. “I have another assignment for you. Seed, and you’ll not only clear a significant hurdle for me, but you’ll also permanently break their mother-daughter connection.”


    Eliza sensed the difficulty of the task instinctively. She looked up, but under Amara’s stern look, her courage faltered. “I fear I’m unable to do it.”


    Amara sshed her face with cold wine. “Useless! And you aspire to be my daughter-inw?”


    Eliza held her breath, stammering, “I…”


    “Forget it. If you’re too scared, others are willing and eager. Many women would jump at the chance to marry into the Miller family.”


    Eliza clenched her fists, her knuckles whitening. She recognized this as her final opportunity to rescue her family.


    “Amara.”


    Amara had already moved several meters away when Eliza hurried to catch up, smiling to curry favor. “I’m ready to do it. Thank you for this opportunity!”


    Amara motioned for her toe closer, and Eliza leaned in.


    Not far from them, Can observed the exchange. He couldn’t make out what Amara whispered to Eliza, but Eliza’s increasingly disturbed look spoke volumes. He retreated to a quieter area, aiming to call Adrian, yet received no response. Attempts to reach him had been futiletely.


    “Can!”


    Panic shed across his face as he looked up to see Amara on the second floor. “What are you up to?”


    “Nothing,” Can replied, regaining his calm. “Mrs. Miller, have you spoken to your son recently? There are urgentpany matters that need his input, and I’ve been unable to contact him.”


    “I haven’t tried to reach him,” Amara replied, her interest piqued by another topic. “You mentioned thepany needs his decisions? What are the issues? Exin.”


    Can looked away. “They’re just minor concerns.”


    “Can, I’m an official part of the Miller family. It’s my right to be informed about what urs within the Miller Group.”


    Can said without protest, “Yes, ma’am.”


    Amara smoothed her hair and exhaled. “What would this family do without me? Adrian is so unreliable. It looks like I’ll have to handle things at the Miller Group myself tomorrow.”


    Can looked up, his expression tense and urgent. “Mrs. Miller—”


    “What now? You think I’m incapable of managing thepany?” Once Amara decided on a course of action, dissuading her was impossible.


    Can’s concern for Adrian deepened. “Mrs. Miller, doesn’t your son’s safety concern you?”


    Amara blinked, slightly taken aback. “Of course, I’m concerned. Who says otherwise? He’s my son. How could I not worry about him?”


    She turned and walked inside, leaving Can alone with a heavy sigh.


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