Chapter 145 Only Deserves a Slap
Leaving the bar, Leopold headed back to the villa.
Amara was lounging on the living room sofa. When she heard the door open, she jumped up to greet him.
Leopold ignored her, walked right past, and went upstairs.
Amara bit her lip, fuming.
Leopold flopped onto the big bed in the master bedroom.
He and Camilla used to sleep here, and all those intimate moments started playing in his head like a movie.
His breathing got heavy, and a flicker of desire flashed in his eyes.
Leopold muttered a curse and headed straight to the bathroom for a cold shower.
He'd only had a couple of drinks tonight, so his mind was clear, and Marcus's words kept ringing in his ears.
"If you love her, why'd you break up? You just wasted six years losing her. You keep saying you love her, but everything you do just hurts her. No matter how much you love her... leaving is just a matter of time."
Every word felt like a dagger to Leopold's heart.
In the morning, Leopold got up early, threw on his suit, and got ready for work.
As soon as he went downstairs, he saw breakfast already set out on the table.
He thought Mira had made it, but then he saw Amara coming out of the kitchen with a smile, holding a plate of fried eggs and bacon.
"Leopold, you're up? I made some porridge today, and also fried eggs and bacon. Want some?"
"No, thanks," Leopold said, his face blank.
Amara quickly put down the plate and walked up to him. "How about some milk then? I know you don't like it too sweet, so I didn't add any sugar."
Her tone was casual, her attitude gentle, like their argument yesterday never happened.
Leopold glanced at the breakfast on the table, then looked at her face, and suddenly smirked.
That smirk was full of self-mockery and disdain.
He suddenly realized that Camilla and Amara were really different and couldn't be compared.
In the past, when he argued with Camilla, even though she often gave in, Camilla's face never showed such a fawning or ingratiating smile.
Camilla would just ask him simple questions, like, "Are you hungry?""Is your stomach feeling better?""Are we out of soy sauce?"
As long as Leopold answered, it was considered breaking the ice.
When it came to some principle issues, even if Camilla spoke first, it was never to apologize or placate him. She would reason with him, analyze the conflict, and eventually persuade him.
Looking at the fawning Amara in front of him, with her seemingly clear but actually scheming eyes, Leopold could only think of one word, 'despicable.'
Amara didn't notice the deep-seated disgust in Leopold's eyes and continued, "Leopold, I thought about it all night. Your mom is an elder, no matter what, I shouldn't have contradicted her. I'm sorry, it's all my fault. She only signed me up for those classes for my and the baby's sake. I was ungrateful. I promise, from now on, I'll listen to her, respect her, be filial to her, and never make her angry again. Please forgive me, okay?"
Leopold almost clapped for her performance.
"What's the use of apologizing to me? You offended her, go apologize to her."
With that, he turned and left.
He didn't touch the breakfast at all.
Amara watched Leopold's cold back, her smile instantly fading.
Thinking about having to face Elodie at the hospital and apologize made her extremely annoyed.
But Leopold had given her an ultimatum. If she didn't go, she knew what awaited her.
Taking a deep breath, Amara headed into the kitchen.
Luckily, she had told Mira to make some chicken soup. She could just take a bowl to the hospital.
Mira said, "Amara, the chicken soup isn't ready yet. What are you doing?"
"Just pack it up, no more questions."
Amara thought, 'Whether it was ready or not, Elodie might not even drink it.'
At the hospital, in the ward.
Amara didn't bother knocking and walked straight in. "I brought you some chicken soup."
Elodie, seeing her, felt her headache coming back. "Who let you in? I don't want to see you. Get out!"
Amara, putting on her best sincere face, said, "I'm here to apologize. I was out of line yesterday. I shouldn't have talked back to you. This is chicken soup I made this morning. I brought it while it's hot to help you recover."
Elodie sneered, "Apologize? I'd be grateful if you didn't make me angry. You think I'd drink your soup?"
She was afraid it might have spit in it!
Amara's smile didn't waver, but inside, she wished Elodie would just keel over from anger.
Thinking this, Amara continued to pour the chicken soup into a bowl and offered it with both hands. "You're wronging me. I'm sincerely apologizing. This chicken soup was simmered for two hours. It's very nourishing. Please have some."
Before she could finish, Elodie slapped the bowl out of her hands.
Then she grabbed a pillow and threw it at Amara. "Get out! I don't want your chicken soup. Who knows if it's poisoned! Get out!"
Amara was thrown out of the ward.
Even though she dodged quickly, her clothes still got splashed with soup.
Her white dress, a new Dior summer collection, was stained. Amara frowned and tried to wipe it off with a tissue, but it didn't come off, so she gave up.
Anyway, her wardrobe was full of designer clothes, some with tags still on. She could just change into another one.
As she walked out, she suddenly thought of something. She took out her phone, found Leopold on WhatsApp, but remembered she had been blocked. Her expression darkened, and instead, she sent a text with a photo of the chicken soup she had taken at home: [Leopold, I visited Elodie and sincerely apologized. I'm sorry.]
Leopold didn't respond.
She didn't care and put away her phone, leaving the hospital.
As she was about to get in the car, she heard a cold female voice, "Amara?"
Turning around, she saw Clara.
Amara immediately put on a smile and walked towards her.
Clara didn't say a word and slapped her.
Amara was stunned.
Clara withdrew her hand, her chin raised arrogantly. "This slap is to teach you what it means to be honest and know your place! Who do you think you are? Even Leopold doesn't dare talk back to my mom, and you made her so angry she ended up in the hospital?"
Amara held her cheek, her smile still frozen. "How can you hit me?"
"I hit you because you're despicable! Don't think that just because you're pregnant, you can do whatever you want. You better pray my mom is okay, or you'll regret it." With that, Clara walked past Amara without even a glance.
Even Camilla only received a friendly greeting from her, while Amara deserved nothing but a slap.
At times like this, Clara couldn't help but think, 'How could Leopold possibly give up Camilla for someone like this!'
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