Chapter 440
Amelia's smile hadn't disappeared ever since she saw these two energetic kids. She found it both amusing and
surprising especially when hearing Ashley's announcement that Rick was a pig instead of a dog. Nora had been
watching them having fun. Seeing that they've been outside for quite a while, she couldn't help but urge them,
"Patrick, Amelia, let's hurry inside. Although it's not snowing, the freezing air out here might bring on a cold."
"Alright!" Amelia answered from a distance. She held Andrew with one hand and grabbed tightly the rope
connected to the dog with the other hand. After giving Patrick a look, she walked carefully with others over the
snow to the inner courtyard.
The courtyard was different from the cold and moist outside. The domestic servants had been cleaning it and
made sure there was no snow here. Noting that the ground was not slippery, Patrick put down Ashley, leaving
her to run to Amelia and play with the dog.
Owen, who was a few steps behind, asked abruptly, "What do you think about father's matter?"
Patrick looked far away as he asked absentmindedly, "Think about what?"
Owen sighed. "Forgive him. No one could guarantee that they themselves would never make a mistake."
Patrick said in a deep voice, "But he made mistakes again and again."
Owen reached out to pat his brother's stiff shoulders. "Mom couldn't be ruled out as one of the causes of Dad's
mistakes. She has really changed a lot recently and is no longer the woman he could tell everything to."
Patrick looked back at him. "Owen, what about you? Can you forgive him?"
Owen said slowly, "I can. From the perspective of fairness... | feel even more sorry for him."
"Sorry for him?" Patrick felt as if he had heard a joke.
Owen frowned. "We alleged his so-called faults. But in fact, when you insist that he has cheated on Mom, did he
really do that? Did you or Mom see it with your own eyes? Just because he was close with a woman the same
age as him, everyone claims that he is a cheater? If that's the case, | must not play husband with any female
colleague when doing special mission."
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Owen continued, "In the end, didn't we force him to leave? | have been thinking about the whole thing these
days. | think we shouldn't spoil Mom unconditionally as a victim because of her suicide while treating Dad as a
hateful culprit."
"Think about it. If the situation is the opposite. If it has not been Mom but Dad who committed suicide, you would
probably say something like he should be with Jocelyn, wouldn't you?"
Patrick stiffened as a trace of softness flashed through his cold eyes. If Howard had been the one who tried to
murder himself, would Patrick hate Eve instead?
"Owen, I'm confused now..." In front of Owen, Patrick no longer seemed to be his omnipotent self.
Owen gave a wry smile, "I've been there, too. But it will eventually pass. If everyone keeps staring at that hurdle
in front of us, we will never move on, will we?"
"| see..." Owen had chipped a hole in the hard ice in Patrick's heart. The hole was not big, but at least Patrick
could feel that something was slowly melting. And he knew very clearly that it was his hatred to Howard.
"Here we are." Soon, Amelia stopped at the bright door with Andrew and Rick. She looked down at the dog and
said, "Rick, after getting in, remember to behave yourself. Don't bite anything or run anywhere. Did you hear
me?"
Rick was teething and would like to grind everything it got. It didn't matter when Rick was at Land of Fragrance.
After all, it was their home. But now, they were in a place that even Amelia herself had to be careful, so Rick was
never allowed to act willfully.
In fact, Amelia hadn't planned to bring Rick over at first. But on second thoughts, given that they would meet
Andrew and Ashley today at the Hopper's, she finally decided to take Rick here.
Rick rubbed his big head against Amelia's trousers as if to say that it would be good.
Amelia tightened the rope in her hand, pondering that if it wouldn't work, she could tie Rick up so that no one
would have nothing to complain about.
After the bell rang, Florence opened the door for them. She was wearing a red low-cut skirt with a jar of confetti
in her hand. When she saw a figure coming in, she released it. "Merry Christmas! Ah! It's you!" Seeing Florence
froze at the sight of herself, Amelia said with a smile, leaving the confetti landing on her shoulder. "Merry
Christmas, Florence!"
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Amelia looked at her lower and lower head and said gently, "Florence, | forgave you a long tago."
Florence sniffed. In the end, she couldn't help let out a cry, wrapped her arms around Amelia's neck, and burst
into tears. "That's why | like you the most..."
The more she liked Amelia, the sadder she was when she had been hurt. That was how Florence felt now.
Amelia rubbed her head and comforted her, "Well, don't cry. It's Christmas today. If you cry this hard, you are
going to wash away all of your luck."
Florence hurried to look up, wiped her tears, and nodded to Amelia, "You're right. The Hoppers have been
unlucky enough. | couldn't wash away the remaining luck with tears."