Chapter 225
"She's neither your family nor your wife, and you're tellingthat she's not an outsider?" Amelia raised her
voice, unable to take in what he was saying.
"Although Cynthia and I are not related by blood, we have a closer relationship, and without her, | wouldn't be
who | am today. Do you understand?" Patrick's angry face emphasized, "I don't want to hear such ungrateful
words from you ever again!"
After that, he got up from the couch but stopped by Amelia with a sneer.
When Patrick turned around and saw that she was laughing like crazy, he frowned and asked, "What are you
laughing at?"
Amelia leaned back in the chair, her somewhat weary appearance distressing, while the words she uttered were
sad, "I'm laughing at myself."
Patrick was stunned, and he was a little unfamiliar with her like this.
Amelia tilted her head, looking intently at the handslooking man in front of her, the image of him hugging
Cynthia yesterday was probably going to be a nightmare she couldn't get away from lately. "Every tyou told
with, you were still paranoid and insultedat every turn. Have you ever thought of putting yourself in my
shoes as to why you are the only one in a position to questionwhile | am the one who always is forced to
‘shut up' over and over again?"
Patrick listened quietly, he couldn't even utter a word of rebuttal.
Amelia didn't like the feeling of looking up to him and simply stood up from the couch and locked eyes with him,
"Letguess, you kept the dinner with Cynthia frombecause you were afraid that | would do something to
‘hurt her after | heard you went to see her, right?"
"That's right." Patrick didn't deny it.
The light shone on Amelia's thin body, and the quicker he answered, the more it saddened her.
She questioned, "You like weak women, don't you? Just because she cries and grieves a lot, you have no doubt of
whatever she says?"
Patrick spoke neutrally, "I don't want to get into the truth anymore. | just need to know that she saved my life,
that's all."
"I see..." After a few seconds of silence, Amelia liked a defeated soldier lowered her head and brushed past him.
She finally realized that there was no point in explaining, even if she had been wrongly accused, she would be
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtdefeated just because he said "Cynthia saved my life". The next day, Saturday.
Amelia arrived at the door of Ryan's ward with flowers and fruit baskets in hand just as a little nurse looked up at
the door. Amelia waved at her.
The nurse took a few steps forward. After opening the door, she smiled and asked Amelia, "Miss, are you here to
visit Mr. Quartley?"
"Yes, is it convenient forto go in now?" Amelia asked politely.
The nurse said, "I am preparing to help him clean his body. If you are his family, please cin. He was so shy
that he wouldn't letunbutton his clothes."
Seeing the nurse leading Amelia into the room, Ryan's tense face suddenly turned into a smile and said,
"Amelia?"
"Hello, Uncle Ryan!" Amelia placed the gift she was carrying on the bedside table and sat down. Two seconds
later, she sniffed and said to Ryan, "Uncle Ryan, you smell bad. you'd better ask the nurse lady to scrub you
down and change into a clean set of clothes."
"Really?" Ryan sniffed his collar nervously. It didn't make sense. He had been lying on the bed for the past few
days, and he didn't sweat at all. How could there be any bad smell?
"Or is his nose out of whack? Forget it. If Amelia says he stinks, he really stinks. She doesn't need to lie to him."
Ryan faked a cough and said to the nurse with embarrassment, "Just helpto the bathroom and I'll scrub
myself down."
The nurse looked embarrassed and said, "It was the Director who personally instructedto help you clean
your body. | dare not to disobey the Director's words."
"What..." Ryan had a conflicted look on his face. He was an old man. When he thought of a young and beautiful
girl touching him to clean his body, he felt uncomfortable all over. Hearing this, Amelia couldn't help but pat her
chest, and confidently said, "Lethelp you. OK?"
"OK." Not knowing why he had made such a mistake, Ryan agreed unexpectedly.
"Thank you, Miss Amelia." The nurse relaxed and turned to go put hot water on for Ryan.
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"Sorry to trouble you," said Ryan.
Amelia was rolling up her sleeves, hearing this, she smiled gently and said, "No worries, Uncle Ryan."
When Amelia wiped his back evenly, Ryan sighed with emotion and said, "It's your parents’ luck that having a
child like you."
Amelia's movements were slightly stiff, and her voice was a little muffled. "Thanks, but the person | want to be
filial to is long gone."
"Sorry!" Ryan then remembered that Amelia's mom had passed away and quickly changed the subject, "I'm sure
your dad must have played the role of both mom and dad at the stto raise you to be so well-behaved
and smart."
Amelia laughed bitterly and silently scrubbed Ryan's back, when suddenly she seemed to notice something and
stared at the back of Ryan's head and said, "Uncle Ryan, you have a grey hair here." "Helppull it out," Ryan
said.
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didn't have a chance to meet your relatives. Are they very busy?"
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