Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 236

Milton's coughing subsided after a while in the car, and he covered his lips with a tissue and asked, appalled,

"Didn't | ask you to takehome? Why are you talking about takingto the hospital again?" "Your cough was

so serious. I'm worried about you." Amelia did not want something bad to happen to her friend.

Milton gave her a complicated look. "I'm fine. | was just accidentally choked by the soup."

Amelia was still worried. "Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?"

Milton was silent for a moment. He could tell Amelia that Patrick had put wasabi in the soup. But when he

recalled how she and Patrick had fought against each other just now, he didn't want to deepen the contradiction

between them. After all, it was Amelia who would always suffer losses.

"No, I'll go hand take a rest." Milton insisted.

"All right." Amelia had no choice but to send Milton back to his own home.

In the process, a phone call cin. Amelia thought it was Patrick and she felt that it would not be a good thing.

Probably he was teaching her a lesson again, so she didn't answer it.

When the second call cin, Milton thought it was inconvenient for her to answer the phone, so he asked her

in a hoarse voice, "Do you needto answer it for you?" "No!" Amelia refused without thinking. The second call

went quiet after a few rings. It seemed that the one who called her was not patient enough.

After dropping Milton off safely at home, Amelia and Milton's mother, Sierra, chatted amiably, and Sierra looked

at Milton, who was resting on the couch, and lowered her voice to Amelia, "I have something to say to you alone,

would you cto my room for a moment?"

Amelia smiled and said, "Sure."

At Sierra's room, she pulled out a stack of files with pictures attached from a drawer and explained under

Amelia's strange look, "These are the blind dates I've scouted out for Milton, so you can helpsee which one

is a better match for Milton."

Amelia was startled, then realized that Sierra's actual purpose was to test whether she had feelings for Milton

beyond those of a friend and if she did, she was bound to show disgust at the pictures and not help Milton pick a

suitable match.

In Sierra's scrutinizing eyes, Amelia lowered her head and flipped the information up and down, before pointing

at the photo with a flourish, "Aunt Sierra, | think this girl is good, look at her, she has a nice face and is very

elegant, look at the way she dresses, she looks like the educated type, | think she is a good match for Milton.

How do you think?"

Sierra sighed that Milton had been showing a lack of interest in the blind date, and she wanted to test whether

Amelia was interested in her son, but it turned out that her son was making a fool of himself. "Can you helpa

favor." Sierra suddenly asked.

"Sure." Amelia smiled faintly.

"Milton's not so young now, helppersuade him to fall in love and get married, he's the only son | have, | don't

want The Cook family to go extinct."

Amelia looked at Sierra's worried face and said, "Aunt Sierra, you're taking this too seriously! Didn't he go on

that blind date you set up for Milton? | believe he wants to have a family."

"You don't understand." Sierra sighed, "He's all over me, every the comes back he says the blind date is bad

and he's trying to pissoff"

Amelia said gently "I'll persuade him more. Don't worry."

After coming out of Sierra's room, Amelia said to Milton, "I'm going home, don't go to bed too late."

"Well." Milton was drinking cough drops, got up from the couch and approached her, "What did my mother tell

you?"

"Nothing." Amelia thought, but added, "The youngest of The Hopper Family is a good girl and she's single, would

you like to be formally introduced sometime?"

Milton was first stunned, then shocked, "You don't mean Florence, do you?" After a pause, he said extremely

seriously, "No, I'm not with her."

Amelia wasn't going to force it, so she shrugged and walked away.

Milton smiling bitterly at her back, maybe it was tfor him to have a girlfriend.

Back in the car, Amelia thought about the two missed calls she had made earlier and retrieved her phone from

her purse.

She clicked on the call log and saw that one of the callers was Brittany and the other was Daniel.

What the hell are they doing?

Amelia had a bad feeling, and she called back Brittany's cell phone number, but Daniel's voice cacross the

line.

Daniel said with a gloomy tone, "You finally answer the phone!"

Amelia frowned irritably. "How cit's you? Where's Brittany?"

Daniel then said, "She was accompanying your Dad, and her phone was left with me. Listen, your Dad was

vomited and was unconscious at hthis afternoon. Now he is in XX Hospital. The doctor diagnosed that your

Dad had a stroke..."

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"A stroke? It's impossible!" Amelia was unable to accept this fact in her mind, then she was so upset that hit the

steering wheel with her forehead!

When she lifted her head back up, she saw herself in the rearview mirror with disheveled hair and red eyes.

Teardrops that had gathered at her chin dripped onto the steering wheel as she tilted her head up.

The car had good soundproof effect, no matter how much she yelled she wouldn't draw strange looks from

passersby outside, and after venting she calmed down again.

Thinking that Daniel was a calculating man, she questioned his words and decided to make an impromptu trip

back to The Ramsay Family.

On the road, her mind began to

conjure up images of George sitting

on the wooden couch in the Ing

room, Radi thelndwispaper and

dfinking tea, and as she thought

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Inside the large private room of the Royal Joy Club.

Patrick gently shook his glass of wine and looked with disgust at Charles, who was kissing the dancer hotly, and

thought that it was gross...

Yes, gross.

Now Patrick was sick of watching all these escorts and dancers, and only his wife was pure...

Sh*t! Why did he have to remember

Amelia who left hwith hex, best

friend? Ratriok witedhShesd back

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