Chapter 18 Had a Fight with Frederick
"I'm sorry. It's been too long since I joined my father for a meal.
"He's rarely in the mood, so..." Amelia explained softly.
Daniel smiled gently, "No worries."
"You should take care of Mr. Davis. Besides, I suddenly need to attend an important gathering. Quite the coincidence. Otherwise, I might have left you alone at the movie theater."
Relieved, Amelia watched Daniel's car drive away before turning back to the hospital.
She had just reached the elevator doors when they opened. Frederick was inside, stoic as ever, holding her handbag.
"Your father is resting."
He handed her the handbag and walked past her. As they brushed shoulders, Amelia heard his contemptuous, low voice.
"Have you not told Daniel we're married?"
Amelia paused, biting her lip.
"We're going to divorce soon. No need to tell him."
Frederick stopped in his tracks, anger flaring within.
"You want a divorce?" he asked.
Amelia nodded. "Yes.
"Mr. Hastings, let's get a divorce."
She turned her gaze toward him, appearing calm and gentle.
"We didn't sign a prenup, so I will leave the property division to the lawyers."
Frederick let out a cold scoff, "So you're not planning to leave empty-handed?"
Amelia pursed her lips, smiling softly.
She thought, "I need to secure something, you or your money. Since I can't have you, I must have your money. After all, I need to provide a stable life for the child in my womb. You certainly won't care about the child I carry once you marry Amber."
"Mr. Hastings, I used to be too naive. I want to be more practical now," Amelia said with a smile, slinging her purse over her shoulder as she moved to leave.
She had barely taken a few steps when Frederick grabbed her arm. His grip was so tight she thought her bones might break.
Frowning, she looked up at the handsome man. "Mr. Hastings, is there something else?"
Frederick's face was stern as he gradually released her arm. "We can get a divorce, but you need to convince Grandma."
With that, he pulled back, his hands in his pockets, looking detached.
Amelia paused, feeling sad at his indifferent demeanor. She had thought for a moment when Frederick grabbed her that he might want to keep her. It turned out he was just afraid of upsetting Brittany.
"Fine," she said.
Frederick was serious, his deep eyes filled with anger. "Grandma just got better. Amelia, you'd better think this through. If she falls ill again because of this, I won't let you off the hook."
Amelia pressed her lips together. "I know how to convince Grandma. You don't have to worry."
Frederick didn't know what to say. He turned on his heel and left.
Amelia held back her tears and headed to the garage, driving back to Spring Villa.
Spring Villa was bought by the Hastings family when she and Frederick got married, and it was in Amelia's name.
Having lived there for three years, she had grown accustomed to the place. Therefore, she had decided to keep the villa.
Once inside, she looked at the men's toiletries in the master bedroom and bit her lip. She found a cardboard box in the storage room and packed all of Frederick's personal items into it.
Mary, hearing noises upstairs, rushed up to find Amelia packing. She stopped short.
Without waiting, Mary turned and hurried downstairs to call Frederick.
"Mr. Hastings, did you and Mrs. Hastings have a fight?" she inquired on the phone. "Mrs. Hastings is packing. She's planning to move out."
Frederick hung up without responding.
Mary, stunned momentarily, went back upstairs and quickly approached Amelia, grabbing her hand.
"Mrs. Hastings, where are you going? You and Mr. Hastings..."
Before Mary could finish, she noticed that Amelia was only packing men's items. She was puzzled.
Smiling calmly, Amelia explained, "Mary, Frederick, and I are planning to divorce. This house is mine. He probably won't be coming here anymore, so I'm packing up his things to send to him."
Mary nervously replied, "But weren't you two alright just yesterday?"
Mary was well aware that Amelia and Frederick's marriage was in shambles, though they maintained appearances. At this point, she fell silent.
"I'll tell Grandma myself about her health," Amelia said as she stood up to retrieve Frederick's coat from the hall closet.
Mary hurried to help her pack. "Mrs. Hastings, don't worry. I will inform Mrs. Brittany," she assured.
Amelia nodded with a smile, "Thank you."
Minutes later, Frederick rushed back to Spring Villa. He went upstairs with a stern face, and upon seeing the packed suitcases by the master bedroom door, he entered the room.
"What are you doing in the middle of the night, Amelia?" he asked.
Amelia was placing his suit jacket into a suitcase. Throughout the room, his belongings were boxed up while all of her clothes remained in place.
Frederick was stunned.
Mary quickly interjected, "Mr. Hastings, I apologize. I was mistaken. Mrs. Hastings isn't packing her things. She's packing yours."
Frederick responded coldly, "I can see that!" His anger was palpable, and Mary immediately bowed her head in respectful apology.
"Mary, you can go downstairs," Amelia said with pursed lips.
Mary nodded and quickly left the scene of tension.
Frederick snatched his jacket and hung it back in its original place. He looked at Amelia with a detached coldness. "We're not divorced yet. You seem pretty eager to get my stuff out of here. Are you making room for someone else?"
Amelia arched an eyebrow and responded indifferently, "I thought you wouldn't be coming back during our discussions on divorce, so..."
Frederick interrupted her, "Is it that I don't want to come back, or you don't want me to?"
Amelia was taken aback and said, "That's not what I meant."
"You didn't mean that? What do you mean then?" Frederick sneered.
Amelia, clad in a red blouse that shone under the light, looked stunning. She did not answer but silently regarded him.
Swallowing hard, Frederick narrowed his eyes, and after a moment he let out a sneer and walked out of the room.
While leaving, he took out his phone and called Felix. "Come to Spring Villa and move my stuff out."
Felix arrived within minutes, not daring to delay. Seeing the suitcases already packed, he quickly mobilized others to help load them into the vehicle.
After everything was moved, Frederick stood up from the sofa, wearing a stoic expression, without giving Amelia another glance.
As Frederick walked out, Felix promptly opened the car door for him.
Frederick got into the car with a stern face, visibly irritated as he yanked off his tie and tossed it aside.
Felix didn't dare make a sound. Clearly, Frederick had been kicked out by Amelia.
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