Chapter 138 Frederick Was Not Her Cure
Frederick frowned as he stared at her. His expression was sullen.
Amelia walked straight out the door, brushing past Amber.
Amber saw Amelia leave, her expression changed slightly, and she looked at Frederick.
"Frederick, do you want me to help explain things to Amelia?"
Frederick's eyes were cold as he glanced at Amber standing at the door, a hint of disgust in his expression.
"What are you doing here?"
Amber lowered her head, biting her lip tightly.
"I came here to ask for your help with something, but I didn't expect Amelia to be here and for her to misunderstand."
She spoke with a slightly guilty expression.
Frederick withdrew his gaze and coldly said three words, "Leave by yourself."
Amber's expression changed slightly.
Over the past three years, her contact with Frederick had been minimal, and she had tried her best to restrain herself from seeking his attention just to preserve his little affection for her.
But she hadn't expected Frederick to be so heartless.
She bit her lip, cautiously looking at Frederick.
"Frederick, I don't understand what I did wrong for you to treat me like this. Even though we broke up, can't we at least be friends?"
Frederick's face was cold and stern. "No."
"Didn't you hear what she just said? A proper ex should be as quiet as if they were dead."
Amber's face turned pale at his words.
She looked up at Frederick only to see his cold expression.
It was then that she realized Frederick was venting the anger he had from Amelia onto her.
She controlled her emotions, speaking gently, "My thoughts are completely different from Amelia's. I always believed that two people who once loved each other could still be friends even after breaking up."
Frederick coldly said, "So no matter how much you imitate, you can never become her."
Amber's expression stiffened, and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
However, Frederick ignored her pain, picked up his phone from the table, and called security.
Amber couldn't bear such humiliation and ran away crying.
Frederick's eyes were cold.
Felix had run into Amelia downstairs earlier and saw her leaving with a not-so-good expression, guessing that there had been a conflict between them.
Knowing Frederick's bad temper, Felix didn't dare to slack off and hurried upstairs.
He had just stepped out of the elevator when he saw Amber running toward him with tears.
He rarely saw Amber cry so miserably and was momentarily confused about what was going on.
Amber saw him and quickly wiped her tears. Despite her full face of grief, she handed Felix breakfast, her voice slightly choked.
"His stomach isn't good, and he drank last night. Some oatmeal in the morning can warm his stomach."
Felix didn't reach out to take the breakfast she handed over, his tone polite yet distant.
"Amber, if you couldn't give it to him yourself, why pass it to me? Isn't that making trouble for me?"
Amber's action of handing over the breakfast froze in mid-air.
Felix politely walked past her. "Amber. Take care. I won't see you out."
With that, he walked straight toward Frederick's place.
Amber gritted her teeth, her hands clenched tightly.
Felix had just reached the door when he heard Frederick's extremely cold voice.
"Replace the security team at the door immediately."
Felix nodded in agreement. "Okay. I'll arrange it right away."
He had already guessed this outcome when he saw Amber here earlier.
Amelia left the Davis Manor and went straight back to the Davis Estate.
She had just arrived at the Davis Estate when Frederick had Felix send over some pain relief medicine.
After entering the house, Amelia went straight to the sofa, sank into it, and hugged a pillow tightly.
Vincent came out and saw Amelia in this state. He didn't disturb her and just had someone place the medicine from Frederick aside.
Amelia hadn't come back all night, and Anna was a bit unaccustomed to it.
Seeing Amelia return, Anna, who had been scribbling in the study, immediately slid off her chair and ran toward Amelia barefoot.
"Mommy."
Her voice was soft and sweet.
Amelia immediately reached out and hugged her tightly, kissing her cheek. The frustration in her heart was slightly alleviated.
"Did you miss me?"
Anna nodded obediently, lying in Amelia's arms.
Looking at Amelia's negative emotions, she gently stroked Amelia's cheek with her small hand.
Amelia looked at her actions, feeling like crying.
"I missed Anna so much."
Susan stood to the side, seeing Amelia's appearance, and knew she had been wronged.
Amelia had grown up under her watch and knew Amelia very well.
"Amelia..."
Susan wanted to ask. But as soon as she opened her mouth, Amelia looked up and forced a smile, clearly having adjusted her emotions.
"Susan. I haven't eaten yet today."
"I'll go make something for you right away." Knowing that Amelia hadn't eaten, Susan hurried to the kitchen to prepare.
Seeing her calm down, Vincent sat on another sofa.
"Did you stay at Frederick's place last night?"
Amelia nodded.
"Yes. I drank too much. He took me back on his way."
Vincent looked at her quietly for a few seconds. "Did you two have a good talk?"
Amelia pressed her lips together, forcing a smile. "Yes, we talked. He shouldn't bother me anymore."
Frederick was a man with a strong sense of pride. After what she said today, he probably wouldn't bother her again.
She didn't want to be caught in the tangled mess between him and Amber anymore.
Looking at Amelia's suppressed and aggrieved expression, Vincent sighed and didn't ask further.
He glanced at Amelia's ankle, changing the subject.
"How did you sprain your ankle again?"
Amelia answered lightly, "My heels were too high, and I wasn't used to them."
"But I applied for some medicine last night, so it doesn't hurt much."
Vincent nodded, glancing at the medicine Frederick sent over. "It seems the medicine is effective. You might as well keep using it."
Amelia raised an eyebrow, feeling that her father had another meaning when he said that.
She didn't respond to his words.
Vincent had already taken the medicine, applied it to a cloth, and placed it on her ankle.
Amelia looked at the medicine on her ankle, silent.
The medicine Frederick sent was effective, but Frederick himself was not her cure.
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