Outside the operating room.
The Avery family had practically mobbed the area. Cassian Jennings stood there, surrounded, as they berated and struck him.
For three generations, the Avery family had only one granddaughter: Amelia Avery. Growing up, she was the little princess of the family, doted on and cherished—held in their hands for fear of being dropped, kept in their mouths for fear of melting.
Truly, whatever she wanted, everyone would do their utmost to get for her.
But on the matter of Cassian Jennings, the Avery family had refused to let Amelia have her way. They believed Amelia was just a child who didn't understand anything about love. Even if she said she liked Cassian, it was just a fleeting impulse. They thought that with time, Amelia would slowly let go of her fixation.
But they never imagined Amelia's obsession would go this far. Even after they sent her to Noridia, she had secretly run back, landing herself in her current state.
