Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 395

Patrick lowered his head, hiding the surging emotions in his eyes. He had emailed all the companies in Northville, and there was still someone daring enough to hire Amelia. This was openly against Patrick.

He glanced at the name on the cheque- The Scarlet Clothing Company...

A hint of coldness flashed through Patrick's eyes, but he asked, "I'll take the money, but I'm a little curious. What job is Scarlet offering you that earns you two hundred thousand in one go?" Amelia scratched her head. Since there was nothing wrong with it, Amelia told him the truth, "They ask me to wear the clothes they design and take pictures for the covers of their fashion magazines." "Do you think you, who is out of fashion, can handle their clothes?" Patrick looked askance at her.

Amelia puffed her cheek up and kept telling herself not to be annoyed, "It doesn't matter if I'm out of fashion. The point is that Scarlet thinks I'm suitable. Oh, by the way, how is Eve? Is she awake?" At the mention of Eve, Patrick's eyes turned cold, as if the name "Eve" reminded him... what kind of

woman Amelia was.

"Amelia, why did you accept Dad's one billion?" He just couldn't let go of this.

Amelia looked tense. "What do I have to say to make you believe me? My support for Howard has nothing to do with my acceptance of the one billion. If possible, I won't use any money from his will." "Dad is still alive. You can't spend it even if you want," Patrick said in a weird tone.

He could never stand the fact that Howard had betrayed Eve and Amelia had secretly

accepted Howard's money. Did this woman have any principles?

Amelia had a feeling that if she didn't tell the truth, she would have been aggrieved to death. "Tell you the truth. It's not just me. Howard has set wills for you, Owen, and Florance. He told me personally that Eve gets the biggest share. He just hasn't handed them to you yet. If you don't believe me, you could ask him yourself."

Patrick's handsome face was tight. Was the truth as what Amelia had said?

Realizing that he was silent, Amelia took out her mobile phone impulsively. "I'll call him now and ask if he said what I just told you that day!"

Patrick reached out and stopped her hands. "You don't have to do that. I believe you."

Amelia looked up at him with suspicion, "Do you really believe me?"

Patrick hesitated for a moment before he said, "Yes."

"Then apologize," Amelia followed immediately.

"Me? Apologize?" Patrick raised his eyebrows.

Amelia said seriously, "Yes, your words were so harsh at that time that they hurt my feelings. Now that we've straightened it out, it's not too much for me to ask you for an apology, is it?" Patrick narrowed his sharp eyes as if to seek an answer from her, "Then who else should apologize to me about my mother?"

Amelia froze. He still hasn't forgiven her. He blamed her for informing Howard for Jessica's sake.

If Howard hadn't run away from home, Eve probably wouldn't have taken sleeping pills...

But if Amelia could go back, she would still make the same decision she had.

Patrick was right. Neither Amelia nor Patrick was wrong. They just had opposite reasons.

In the hospital.

"Did you go into the wrong room? Shouldn't you have left Northville now?" When Eve woke up and saw Howard staying by her bed, she was stunned for a while before spitting out those pointed words. Howard was looking down at her. Just as Eve thought that he was going to apologize to her for what he had done, Howard asked politely and distantly, "Do you want some water?"

Eve hated Howard's guts. If she hadn't been too weak to move, she would have strangled Howard by his neck and dragged him to hell!

They had loved each other for decades, but now there was no affection between them. Eve closed her eyes in despair and asked in a hoarse voice, "Since you have left, why did you come back..." She had tried to get rid of this hopeless marriage. She was so proud all her life that if he divorced her, it would be more painful than killing her. When Howard had turned his back to her, she decided that instead of being humiliated, she would rather die to make her will clear so that d*mned Howard and Jocelyn were to be blamed by everyone!

However... Death didn't take her life.

Tears rolled down from the corners of Eve's eyes as she was overwhelmed by both joy and sadness...

Seeing her crying, Howard pondered for a while and decided to make it clear, "I didn't come back for you, but the kids and Jocelyn. From today to my death, unless you agree to let me go, I will stay with you, take care of you..."

"Stay with me, take care of me..." Eve only found the heart-warming words extremely hypocritical when Howard spat them out. She gritted her teeth and said word by word, "Howard, listen carefully! No matter how you hate me or provoke me, I will never divorce you. I hand the title of Mrs. Hopper to Jocelyn over my dead body!"

By the time Patrick and Amelia arrived at the hospital to visit Eve, she had fallen asleep after being sedated by the doctor.

Patrick went blank for a while at the mention of the sedative. Then, with a sullen face, he came to Howard and asked what he had said to Eve!

"I just said something that should be said sooner or later," Howard replied calmly.

Patrick warned him furiously, "The doctor says Mom is prone to mania. Don't anger her!"

Howard said with mixed feelings, "In fact, I noticed your mother's problem earlier than the doctor.

Otherwise, why would I turn to a psychiatrist?"

Patrick went still.

Patrick reached out and patted Patrick on his rigid shoulder. "Kid, since your mother is so suspicious, I'll tell her everything that's in my mind. I'm tired of playing hide and seek with her." Patrick clenched his fist. He couldn't control the situation anymore. He didn't even know whether it was the right choice to force Howard back to Eve.

The next day was weekend.

Amelia came to the Crown Jewelry Company and was treated like a superstar. She walked the red carpet, received flowers, and was surrounded by crowds. To prevent her from being pushed around, Mr. Cosmo went out of his way to escort her.

Amelia said gratefully, "Mr. Cosmo, you are so kind."

Mr. Cosmo stared at her hands and said, "I'm not being kind. It's just that if your hands are injured, it will be such a pity."

Amelia was not sure what to say. It turned out that Mr. Cosmo was obsessed with hands.

When Amelia went into the dressing room to prepare her hands, Mr. Cosmo followed her all the way there for fear something bad might happen to them.

When the specialist who was responsible for Amelia's hands nodded at Mr. Cosmo, the latter had a little box brought over and took out a ring from it. The ring's pattern was drawn by gold and it was streamlined and fashionable. Amelia's eyes lit up at the sight of it.