Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 307

Hobart, being a smart guy, reacted instantly and deliberately pretended to be unhappy, "Well, you tricked me!"

"Hobart, who are you laughing so loud with?"

At the sound of the doorway, Amelia and Hobart's heads turned at the same time.

"Mom." Hobart called out.

"Mom?" Amelia questioned, but Hobart's mother thought she was being shy and called her "Mom".

Hobart's mother's eyes lit up when she saw Amelia, and then she walked towards Amelia so that she could talk to her.

Unexpectedly, Amelia offered to get up and give her the chair.

Hobart's mother laughed even more as she asked Hobart, "Hobart, is this your friend?"

Hobart reached out and touched his head. "Yes, she came especially after hearing that I've been hospitalized."

"Oh, that's great!" Hobart's mother was overjoyed, as if it was a happy thing for her son to stay in the hospital.

At this time, Amelia came to her senses and politely called Madam Smith "Aunty".

Madam Smith's frowned slightly. Wasn't this kid calling her "mom" the moment they met? Why did she change her mind so quickly?

Was it because she looked so unkind?

Thinking of this, Madam Smith showed a friendly smile. She asked, "What should I call you?"

"You can call me Amelia."

"Amelia?!" Hobart's mother sprang out of her chair and pointed at Amelia and screamed in disbelief, "You are Amelia, who was framed by my Maryanne at the birthday party!"

Amelia watched as Madam Smith became overly emotional and said soothingly, "Well... it's over and I'm not trying to blame Miss Maryanne Smith."

Madam Smith excitedly shook Amelia's hands and said, "What do you mean 'It's over'? Did you know that the flamingo brooch is only passed down to the men in our family, and since it fell into your bag, it proves that you're connected to it..."

Glancing at Amelia's face, which had become embarrassed, Hobart coldly interjected, "Mom, do you want some cherries after coming all this way?"

Madam Smith didn't react at first, and then when she saw the fruit basket on the bedside table, her eyes widened and she said in surprise, "There really are cherries!"

The corner of Amelia's mouth twitched, "Auntie, will you let go of me first?"

"I'm sorry, I was a little excited just now." Madam Smith released her hand in an incoherent way.

Amelia shook her pinched hands, thinking that Madam Smith didn't like her and that's why she was grabbing her with so much force.

Madam Smith stared at the cherries and suddenly asked Hobart, "Aren't you allergic to cherries?"

"They are brought by Amelia." Hobart smiled at Amelia, "Thanks, my mom loves cherries."

"What?" Amelia was confused but soon seemed to have understood something!

She carefully asked Madam Smith, "Madam Hobart, don't you hate apples the most and are even allergic to lily flowers?"

As expected of Hobart's favorite woman, she knew her preferences so well, Madam Smith will definitely be very happy if Amelia marries into The Smith Family in the future. Amelia gave Hobart a hard stare, and she sure was fooled!

As Madam Smith went into the bathroom, Hobart said to Amelia, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you."

Hobart said it with such sincerity that she could never tell which statement was true and which was not.

But this time, she would not trust him easily. "But you still lied to me!"

Hobart was depressed. "Lately my mom has been hoping that Maryanne and I will replace a mate. I can't help it. Maybe it's better to have a closer female friend than to still be a bachelor, so please give me a hand. I'm just asking to fake it with you anyway."

Amelia refused with a grimace, "Even if you asked, I wouldn't agree!"

"Humph, what is Patrick so good about that he deserves your loyalty?" Hobart really wanted to know what was really going on inside her mind.

"You've asked that many times already. It's my own business. You don't need to be bothered."

After that, Amelia stood up and simply said, "It's getting late, and I have to get back to work. See you." so that's it?

Hobart frowned, Amelia was really a heartless woman!

Going back to work was the excuse Amelia used to trick Hobart, but she was afraid that Madam Smith would be too passional to let her go easily.

As Amelia walked away from him, Hobart tried to pull her back by pulling back the covers, but he was pretending to be sick. If he had been able to function normally, she would have seen through the trickery. Hobart admitted that he approached Amelia with the idea of "stealing Patrick's woman for fun," but each time Amelia gave him a taste of defeat, and a proud man like him would always try again if he failed. As Hobart considered whether to pretend to fall out of bed to get Amelia to come back and help him, he saw her standing at the doorway of the bathroom, talking something with his mother.

"Aunt..." When Amelia was about to say goodbye to Hobart's mother, the door of the ward was pushed open again.

Amelia looked back and immediately revealed an expression of the same shock as the comer. "Maryanne!" "Amelia!"

The two of them met in a very awkward situation when Madam Smith broke the awkwardness by saying, "Maryanne, come and help me pick the cherry stalk."

"Mom!" Maryanne was complaining, she obviously had something more important to take care of?

Madam Smith looked at her younger daughter with a grievance. "There are too many obstacles. I can't get rid of them by myself."

"All right!" Maryanne went into the bathroom angry. She saw Amelia laughing, so she immediately slammed the door shut.

Amelia was going to leave, but Maryanne just came into the room, so she didn't get a chance to say goodbye to Madam Smith. Wouldn't it be rude to sneak off like that? It would be better to wait for Madam Smith to come out and say goodbye in person, she thought to herself.

A few minutes later.

When Maryanne opened the bathroom door and saw Amelia was standing outside, she was stunned and then yelled, "Why are you still here?"

Was Maryanne blaming her?

Madam Smith came out from behind and criticized, "Maryanne, why are you being so rude to Miss Amelia?"

Maryanne muttered, "Why should I be polite to her? I don't like her..."

Amelia took this opportunity to express her intention to leave, "Auntie, let bygones be bygones. I have work to do, so I'll leave first."