Charlotte's voice crackled with frustration through the phone. "Victoria probably thinks we're completely dependent on her medicine. That's why she's acting so high and mighty!"

Alexander hesitated before replying, his tone measured. "I understand. I'll make sure she sends the medication to Mother immediately."

"Don't take too long. Mother's condition won't wait for anyone."

With Alexander's promise, Charlotte finally hung up.

After leaving Victoria's hospital room, Amy took Oliver to have his wound treated. The cut had begun to heal, forming a thin scab, but the surrounding skin was still tender and inflamed.

Amy gently applied the ointment, her fingers careful. "Does it hurt?"

Oliver shook his head slightly. "It's fine, Amy. Just a small scratch."

He hesitated, then added, "And Liam didn’t mean to do it."

Ever since learning Liam was Amy's son, Oliver had started calling him by his first name. He didn’t hold any resentment toward the boy for his outburst.

Amy paused, studying Oliver’s face. "You don’t blame him?"

Another shake of his head. "If he's your son, then he’s my friend. I won’t be mad at him. Besides, he was just scared. Scared you’d leave him."

A bitter irony twisted in Amy’s chest. Liam was afraid of losing his live-in caretaker—like a favorite toy being snatched away, sparking his possessive instincts.

Then Oliver spoke again, his voice serious. "You shouldn’t blame him either, Amy. He’s just being influenced by that awful woman."

Amy blinked. "Awful woman?"

Oliver nodded firmly. "The one lying in the hospital bed."

Surprise flickered through her. "You don’t like her?"

Victoria had always been the type to charm children effortlessly with her sweet smiles and soft words.

Oliver’s expression darkened. "She lied about you. I don’t like people who lie."

The memory of the video incident resurfaced, and Amy’s expression softened. "Thank you, Oliver. If you and your father hadn’t shown up, things might not have ended so well for me."

Sebastian waved a dismissive hand. "Think nothing of it." His gaze turned assessing. "But this rift between you and your husband… are you really alright with it?"

Amy exhaled, her voice steady. "You saw how they treat me. Nothing I do will change that. Besides, I’ve already decided to file for divorce."

A knowing smile curved Sebastian’s lips. "Going up against someone like Alexander won’t be easy. Need me to recommend a good lawyer?"

Amy considered it briefly before nodding. "I’d appreciate that, Mr. Kingsley."

At this point, an amicable split with Alexander was impossible. Given the Blackwood family’s influence, winning a divorce case would be an uphill battle.

Oliver’s eyes sparkled with excitement. Yes! Once Amy’s free, she can be my mom!

The next day, just as Amy was preparing to leave around noon, her phone rang.

Alexander’s name flashed on the screen.

She almost didn’t answer—but then she thought it might be about the divorce.

When she picked up, his voice was cold and detached. "Mother’s migraines are back. You need to bring the medicine. Now."