Chapter 19 Is She Amelia?
Felix cautiously glanced in the rearview mirror. Frederick leaned back in his seat, taking a fleeting look outside before he withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes.
He soon regained his composure, and the earlier agitation seemed to vanish.
"Mr. Hastings, shall I take these things to the Pearl Building?" Felix asked.
Frederick opened his eyes and hummed an affirmation without revealing much emotion.
Back at Spring Villa, Amelia's eyes brimmed with tears. Mary looked at her, unsure what to say.
Sensing Mary's sympathetic gaze, Amelia managed a small, resilient smile.
"Mary, I'm alright.
"You should get some rest," Amelia said.
Mary nodded and sighed. "Mrs. Hastings, please try to get some rest, too."
With that, she retreated to her own room.
Amelia was left alone in the living room, her tears quickly sliding down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away before turning and heading upstairs to the bedroom.
In the room, all of Frederick's belongings had been removed, leaving only Amelia's things.
Gazing at the suddenly sparse room, Amelia bit her lip to contain her emotions, then walked into the bathroom.
The next morning, Amelia awoke and applied her makeup meticulously to cover her weariness. Then, she headed downstairs and went to the hospital.
Upon checking in at Amber's room, Frederick was not there, but a familiar, subtle fragrance lingered.
Her eyes immediately caught sight of the aromatherapy diffuser on the bedside table, causing her brows to knit.
Amber followed Amelia's gaze and smiled, saying, "I told Frederick yesterday that the room had an unpleasant smell. Today, he had Felix bring me this aromatherapy diffuser."
Amelia raised an eyebrow, calmly replying, "It smells nice."
Amber's eyes sparkled, and she eagerly latched onto the subject. "Do you think so, too?
"The first time I caught this scent, I thought it suited Frederick perfectly, so I bought it for him as a birthday gift.
"I never imagined that after all these years abroad, Frederick would still be using this fragrance."
Amelia frowned upon hearing Amber's words. As the light scent reached her again, she felt a severe churning in her stomach.
She fought back the urge to gag.
Her face turned pale. Noticing this, Amber asked with concern, "Ms. Davis, what's wrong? Are you feeling alright?"
Amelia responded in a hushed tone, "It's nothing. My meals have been erratic these past few days. My stomach's giving me some trouble."
After she completed the check-up for Amber, she turned to speak with the nurse for a moment before rushing out of Amber’s hospital room.
As she approached the door, she nearly collided with Frederick, who was walking towards her.
Amelia stopped in her tracks, narrowly avoiding crashing into his arms.
Frederick, his face expressionless, looked down at her from his lofty height.
The faint, fresh scent emanating from him triggered Amelia's gag reflex involuntarily.
Frederick's eyes bore into her, cold and piercing.
Feeling unwell, Amelia pushed past Frederick and strode back to her office.
Back in the hospital room, both the nurse and Amber heard the sound Amelia made.
Amber clenched her fists. "Ms. Davis seems under the weather."
After jotting down Amber's temperature, the nurse remarked casually, "Irregular eating habits can lead to gastric spasms. It's common among our doctors here. Besides, Ms. Davis has a lot of patients. She often gets too busy to eat."
Hearing this, Amber breathed a sigh of relief.
But the next second, when she saw Frederick turn and walk in Amelia's direction, her fists tightened again.
Amelia took a while to calm down upon returning to her office.
Sitting back at her desk, she looked up to see Frederick standing at the doorway.
Frederick cast a glance her way and walked in. Amelia couldn’t read much into his deep-set eyes.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
Amelia caught off guard, replied coldly, "Yes."
Frederick snorted. "I was asking about Amber."
Taken aback again, Amelia gritted her teeth and said, "I was also talking about Ms. Roberts' condition."
Frederick scoffed, "There's been a dispute over the property rights for the Davis Group's land on the west suburbs. Didn't Rachel tell you?"
Amelia frowned, puzzled as to why Frederick would suddenly bring up Davis Group matters.
Seeing her confusion, Frederick averted his gaze and left without further explanation.
Amelia immediately stood up and followed him.
"What's wrong with that piece of land?"
Frederick glanced down at the hand Amelia had placed on his arm as people in the hallway looked their way.
Taking a deep breath, Amelia withdrew her hand.
Frederick offered no answer and continued towards Amber’s hospital room.
Just as Amelia was about to turn back to her office, Nicole approached her. "Amelia, there's something off with my patient. Come and help me check, please."
"Sure."
Amelia took a deep breath and refocused her attention on her work.
After she finished her tasks, Amelia returned to the office. As she passed by Amber's room, she saw Frederick helping Amber out of bed. She quickened her pace, intending to swiftly move on, but Frederick's deep voice rang out from the room, seemingly asking for help.
"Amelia."
Amelia frowned, gritted her teeth, and stopped in her tracks.
"Mr. Hastings, do you need something?"
Frederick looked at Amelia with a stoic expression. "She needs to use the bathroom."
Amelia furrowed her brow. "Where's the nurse?"
Amber felt embarrassed. She glanced at Amelia and then back at Frederick, whispering, "Frederick, it’s okay. I can manage on my own."
At that moment, a mocking voice came from inside the room. "Isn't it the staff's responsibility to assist patients with their needs?"
Only then did Amelia realize there were other people in Amber’s room besides Frederick and Amber. She glanced over at the man sitting on the couch, his smile laced with mockery and provocation.
Amelia recognized him. he was Scott Sinclair, Frederick’s friend. Not just a friend—he also harbored feelings for Amber, making him Frederick's rival. He had adored Amber for years. When she went abroad, Scott had followed.
Amelia frowned, tucked her pen into her pocket, and walked over.
Amber’s discomfort grew.
"Ms. Davis, I’ve got it," she said.
Amelia replied casually, "It's okay."
As she spoke, she took Amber's arm from Frederick and guided her toward the restroom.
That's when Amber's nurse returned, quickly stepping forward to assist Amber.
Scott opened his mouth to say something else, but Frederick gave him a stern look. His lips moved, but he remained silent.
Once the restroom door closed, Amelia calmly turned to Frederick.
"Mr. Hastings, you don't need to find ways to embarrass me. Ms. Roberts is just another patient to me. This is nothing significant."
With that, she glanced at Scott with disdain. "I'm more aware of a doctor's responsibilities than you."
She turned on her heel and left with a stern expression.
Scott sat on the couch, dumbfounded. After a long pause, he quietly said to Frederick, "I thought she loved you so much that she wouldn’t divorce you?"
Scott didn't understand why Amelia was being this way. It seemed like she didn't love Frederick at all.
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