Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 392

"Amelia!" In the next second, Ryan's voice reached Amelia's ears. She could tell that he was in a good mood.

Amelia said, "Uncle Quartley, I'm sorry to interrupt you. I'll just ask you a few questions."

"Don't be so polite to me, kid. Just ask me what you need to know."

"Is the opening ceremony going well today?"

"It went very well. Thank you for your concern about my business."

Hearing Ryan's chuckle, Amelia could not help but heave a sigh of relief. "Okay, it's good that things went well. All right, that's it. Uncle Quartley, goodbye..."

Ryan was not as idle as he sounded. Although he wanted to talk to Amelia a little longer, there were too many new and old customers waiting for him to meet. "Okay, let's talk later!"

"Hang on!" Out of his surprise, Amelia shouted suddenly. Startled, Ryan kept asking, "What's wrong?"

Amelia asked very seriously, "Uncle Quartley, have you heard any news on your business recently?"

Ryan quickly replied, "No, what's wrong?"

Was she overthinking?

Amelia's fingers on the phone tightened and loosened. Finally, she vaguely reminded him, "Please pay more attention to the drinks factories in Haber District and Yeats Road. Goodbye."

"Goodbye..." After the call, Ryan recalled Amelia's words carefully and asked his assistant over with a solemn expression. Ryan whispered a few words in the assistant's ear and waved his hand, signaling him to do the job right away.

At the sales department.

Amelia put her phone on her throbbing chest. If Patrick had done what she thought he would do, her call was undoubtedly life-saving for Ryan and his products "Limoncello of Dream".

The reason she had done so was that she couldn't bear to see Ryan be defeated again, and she didn't want Patrick to be blinded by hatred and keep making mistakes.

It was Ryan's son who had a grudge against Patrick. The old Ryan shouldn't be the one to bear the consequences.

In the evening, at the Land of Fragrance.

"Florence, are you leaving?"

Amelia went into the house and found Florence's luggage crowded at the door. Florence's leaving could not have been more obvious.

Running into Amelia, Florence was embarrassed.

After coming back from the hospital yesterday, on the one hand, Florence felt it unfair for Eve if she treated Amelia well, and on the other hand, she didn't have the heart to be mean to Amelia- Florence, who hadn't slept for the whole night, finally decided to move out of the Land of Fragrance.

"Well, I haven't been home for a long time. I want to go back and stay for a few days while waiting for Mom to come back."

After saying those in one breath, Florence avoided Amelia's somewhat disappointed gaze, picked up two suitcases, and left. Amelia froze on the spot.

After witnessing what had happened between Patrick and Eve, Amelia knew that Florence, or perhaps everyone in the Hopper Family, needed time to get back to their feet. And all Amelia could do was waiting...

After soaking the dog food in the milk and bringing it to Rick, Amelia turned around and walked to the second floor. Just as she passed by Granny Hopper's room, she heard her voice coming through the door that had not been fully closed...

"Zach, I might be back Dallas in a few more days... Why? Because the kids are unwilling to part with me. When they heard that I am leaving, they all came to ask me to stay... Didn't I tell you that I live in Patrick and Amelia's place... What nonsense are you talking about? Patrick treats me the best. He doesn't annoy me as you do! Well, since you are alone in Dallas, take care of yourself. Don't make me and the kids worry about you..."

Listening to Granny Hopper's mumble, Amelia felt her heart went heavy.

Since Granny Hopper came to Northville, as her kids and grandchildren, they hadn't spent much time with her. During this period, there were even some lifethreatening accidents that had happened to her. Besides, Granny Hopper had to worry about them. Howard and Eve's fight alone had broken the old lady's heart.

For all these things, Granny Hopper kept secrets for them, for fear that Zach would be furious at the news and the Hopper Family would be torn apart.

Looking at Granny Hopper's bent back and pale hair, Amelia could not help but call out, "Grandma..."

Granny Hopper, who was putting the phone down from her ear, turned around at Amelia's voice and smiled at her lovingly, "Amelia, you heard that?"

"Yes!" Like a child, Amelia sniffed, went over to hug Granny Hopper, and said softly, "Grandma, I'm sorry.

I didn't give you a perfect vacation."

Granny Hopper was surprised for a few seconds before she patted Amelia on the head gently. "I always remember digging and planting flowers with you without Patrick's knowledge. To tell you the truth, those were the happiest days for me."

After a long time, Amelia looked up and asked with concern, "Grandma, is Grandpa okay? He's alone in Dallas. Is there anyone taking care of him?"

When it came to her husband, Granny Hopper's looked concerned. "Zach is alone in Dallas. Although he had a nanny to look after him, I still can't stop worrying about him. If it weren't for Eve's unknown condition, I would have gone back. Now, I'll wait until Eve wakes up and appease her into a peaceful life. Only then can I rest assured and go back to Dallas."

The next day, Amelia got up on time. Under the interrogation of the drowsy Patrick, she said while fiddling with her earpiece in front of the mirror, "I'm going to do my part-time job."

"What?" The sleepy man was sober all of a sudden. He removed the quilt, came to Amelia, and asked, "What decent part-time job can you replace in a short day?"

Unexpectedly, Amelia was not offended. Instead, she said to Patrick with gratitude, "Speaking of which, I need to thank you. If you hadn't made me the lead actress of our commercial, I wouldn't have been able to get offers from two listed companies."

After a second of astonishment, Patrick figured the whole thing out, "Do you mean that you're going to take advantage of the glory I built for you and trade your pretty face for opportunities to work for other companies and products?"

Amelia frowned at that. How on earth could Patrick twist everything? She retorted, "So according to you, when I worked as the actress of our product, I was trading my pretty face? So the products developed by Roxxon could be successful only because a woman has traded her pretty face for it?"

Patrick was at a loss for words.

Seeing that he had nothing to say, Amelia turned around again and looked in the mirror to see which ornament she needed to work on.

In the business of jewelry, details were the most important. As long as there was a single mistake or anything cheesy in her jewelry, she might lose the offer.