Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 814

However, this had nothing to do with Amelia.

There was a saying that 'you reap what you sow1. Brittany had to face up to her responsibilities and take the

consequences of her deeds.

Amelia retracted her thoughts, got up from the sofa. "Then I'm going up."

Alice was delighted. "Okay, let's go upstairs together. I'll get you sclothes!"

"Wait!" Amelia hurriedly grabbed Alice's hand with a hesitant expression.

"What's wrong?" Alice asked.

Amelia tried to speak as tactfully as possible. "Aunt Alice, look. I'm taller than Brittany. Her clothes definitely

don't fitwell. Instead, I'm almost as tall as you. Why don't you lendyours?"

How could Alice not hear the awkwardness of Amelia? She smiled and said, "Well, | did keep all the clothes from

when | was young. I'll just take them out for you to choose!"

"Thank you, Aunt Alice!"

On the second floor.

Daniel's bedroom door was closed, but the lights were still on. It seemed like Brittany was not asleep yet.

Taking a deep breath, Amelia was not ready to have a heart-to-heart talk with Brittany.

Just as she was thinking what she could say, there were sudden pounding footsteps coming from inside the

room, and then the door opened.

Looking at each other, Brittany did not show any surprise on her face. Amelia instead looked a little

embarrassed. She had gotten used to the tense atmosphere between them, but she had not thought about

staring at each other as calm as this moment.

After a while,

rubbing her nose, Amelia took the lead in breaking the silence. "You seem to know that I'm here?"

Brittany, who looked impassive, answered, "I heard the footsteps getting closer and they stopped at my door."

Amelia asked, "How do you know that it's me?"

Brittany's face was expressionless as she said, "Through the window."

Amelia suddenly realized that there was a window in Daniel's room that could clearly see visitors from outside.

Amelia threw a quick glance at Brittany. "What are you standing by the window for?"

An aching look appeared in Brittany's eyes. She said, "Waiting for Daniel to chome."

"It's gonna be a long wait," Amelia thought to herself and said. "Hmmm! | haven't seen you for days. Are you

alright? How are you feeling?"

Brittany responded, "If you can helpfind Daniel, then I'll be fine."

Amelia frankly said, "Well, | can't."

Brittany shot her a glance and said, "Then you don't have to persuade me."

As her voice fell, Brittany closed the door and locked it before Amelia could speak.

Amelia frowned. She thought the miscarriage would teach Britanny a lesson, but she was still her old self.

Since Brittany had asked to leave her alone, she was also happy to have sleisure time. After all, it was

because of Alice that she would cto Brittany's door.

After letting out a yawn, Amelia turned around and walked along the corridor. Soon, she arrived at the master

bedroom of George and Alice.

Looking up, she saw Alice fumbling around in her closet. Meticulously picking out the clothes, she even

deliberately called a maid over who looked about the ssize as her to stand by the side. From tto time,

she would put her clothes on the maid's body to check the size, which made Amelia feel embarrassed.

As she was staring, she appeared to see another person through Alice.

Amelia remembered that when she was very young, her mother would pick beautiful dresses for her every

holiday. According to her mother, the school uniform couldn't display Amelia's loveliness.

In her vague memory, her outfit would be complimented as long as it was selected by her mother and there

were many little boys who cto play with her!

When Amelia thought about this, it would only make her laugh instead of shedding tears.

Since Amelia had approved of George and Alice's relationship, she had less resentment for her mother's death.

Perhaps it was because she had let go of her hatred for George and Alice. Gradually, the bitter memories had

turned into sweet memories...

She did not know if the change in her mentality would live up to her mother who committed suicide for love, but

she just could not bring herself to hate Alice anymore.

Seeing that Amelia was standing at the door in a daze, Alice supposed that she was just shy, she broke into a

grin and beckoned her over, "Amelia, what are you standing outside for? Cin, I'm picking out the clothes for

you!"

‘Amelia, what are you doing there? Cto mommy. | bought you a new dress..." These words rang through

Amelia's ear.

She had told herself not to cry, but Amelia still could not help feeling her eyes tearing.

She lowered her eyes in a hurry. After calming down for two seconds, she walked towards Alice without reflecting

a single emotional change on her face.

"Aunt Alice, | can't do anything about Brittany. I'm afraid | can't fulfill her wish."

Hearing Amelia's words, Alice's eyes darkened. "Brittany wants you to take her to meet Daniel, right? She has

been too self-centered. She has never looked at the situation from a different point of view. Forget it. | shouldn't

have asked you to persuade her. It's just that | hope..."

Upon hearing what Alice said, Amelia's remaining grudges had magically dissipated.

By the tshe settled herself down, it was almost 11 o'clock. Amelia was sitting in front of the dressing table,

detangling her matted hair with a brush.

Suddenly, a text message showed up on the screen of her mobile phone. She clicked to open the message and

then a pleased expression crossed her face.

The person who sent her the message was Huxton. The main purpose was to inform her that he had already

settled down in Scarlett's apartment.

Amelia was happy about that. It was a perfect residence for Huxton that she mentioned earlier. Since he was

staying with Scarlett, she hoped that he could forget about being abandoned by Patrick for the tbeing.

Although Scarlett was shy when saw Huxton stupidly standing at the door of her house, she was more than

happy to let her future husband stay with her.

"I'm fine too!" she texted him. Amelia then put down the phone and glanced at herself in the mirror. She finally

broke into a grin.

She was relieved that Huxton had a place to stay for the tbeing. As for her...everywhere felt like home.

But when she recalled the moment Patrick turned his back to her and chased after Sissi, the smile on Amelia's

face faded instantly.

She carefully observed herself in the mirror. As compared to Sissi's appearance and social status, she was way

younger and stood higher. But why did she feel that she was nothing in front of Sissi when Patrick was involved?

Unwilling to allow such a ridiculous emotion to spread inside her, Amelia picked up the comb with a few fallen

hairs and continued to comb her long hair, as if she could remove her messy thoughts by doing so. The next day.

At Streams Villa.

"Sir, you're back!"

When the old butler was trimming a few pots of lucky bamboo in the living room, he saw Sawyer in a suit

stepping into the house. He quickly put down the scissors in his hand and walked up to him.