Chapter 228 Out of Sight, Out of Mind
After Amelia wrapped up her call with Kimberly, she checked the data on her work group chat while heading towards the elevator.
Rachel and Sebastian followed beside her. Inside the elevator, Rachel pressed the button for Amelia's floor.
Amelia was intensely focused on the data and didn't notice when the elevator reached her floor.
"Amelia, we're here," Rachel reminded her.
Amelia nodded slightly, her mind still on Maria's medical report.
Rachel knew she was thinking about treatment plans and didn't disturb her. After escorting Amelia to her room, she finally felt relieved.
"I didn't realize Amelia was such a workaholic," Sebastian said with a flattering smile, looking at Rachel and waiting obediently at Amelia's door.
Rachel glanced at him calmly and asked softly, "Did you buy a durian?"
Sebastian was stunned as he asked, "Didn't you forget?"
He thought Rachel had forgotten.
Rachel raised an eyebrow slightly and said warmly, "I have a flaw that I remember things too well."
Sebastian silently pleaded for mercy, trying earnestly to please Rachel.
The elevator door opened, and Amber was standing inside. When she saw Sebastian and Rachel, her expression changed, and she instinctively moved to the corner.
Seeing this, Sebastian softly said to Rachel, "Honey, let's wait for the next one."
Before he could finish speaking, Rachel had already stepped inside. She glanced at Amber and snorted, "Why should I wait?"
Sebastian said seriously, "I thought you probably didn't want to stay in an elevator with a hypocrite."
Rachel looked at Sebastian curiously and said, "I didn't know you learned the skill of identifying people."
Sebastian casually put his arm around Rachel's shoulder, ingratiating. "I learned from the best."
Rachel smiled slightly, feeling a bit better. She remarked, "No punishment tonight."
Sebastian's smile deepened as he said, "Thank you, honey."
Rachel responded lightly and added, "Since you've learned a new skill, you should teach it to your good buddies. Good things shouldn't be kept to yourself."
Sebastian agreed readily.
The elevator stopped at Amber's floor.
Amber bit her lip tightly and almost pressed herself against the edge of the elevator as she stepped out.
Throughout the process, she didn't dare to look at Rachel and Sebastian.
No matter how much Rachel mocked her, Amber didn't dare to make a sound.
Rachel watched Amber walk past them with a hunched back, a hint of mockery in her eyes. She said to Sebastian, "Look at her."
Sebastian immediately responded, "You don't need to pity her, honey."
Rachel glanced at Sebastian beside her and said calmly, "My sympathy isn't that abundant. Seeing her like this, I really can't understand what Frederick sees in her."
"I can't either," Sebastian agreed firmly.
Rachel gave Sebastian a cold look and said, "Don't think I don't know you guys used to treat Amber like the group's pet."
Sebastian cried out in grievance.
He was never that close to Amber.
In his memory, after Amber started dating Frederick, he rarely saw her at their gatherings. During that time, he was deeply involved with Rachel, rarely hanging out with Frederick.
After Amber joined their group chat, Noah and Yves rarely spoke in the chat.
It was Scott who had more contact with Amber.
So, Amber definitely wasn't the group's pet.
That was utter nonsense. If he found out who spread that rumor, he would tear their mouth apart!
After entering her room, Amelia saved Maria's medical report on her computer.
She reviewed each report from the beginning, comparing data and changes.
Once she had a clear understanding of Maria's condition, she went to the bathroom to wash up.
She lay in the bathtub, mentally exhausted and physically tired. Leaning against the bath pillow, she dozed off.
Amelia woke in the middle of the night, chilled as the water cooled. Feeling groggy, she struggled out of the tub and used a hairdryer.
Having spent so long in the tub, she felt dizzy and worried she might catch a cold. She took some cold medicine from her bag.
After taking the medicine, she lay down on the bed and soon fell asleep.
Throughout the process, she barely looked at her phone.
In the gazebo of the hotel's back garden, Frederick held his phone. He had called Amelia earlier, but she didn't answer.
He then sent her several messages, but she didn't reply. The chat window only showed his green messages.
At 9:10 PM, he sent the first message.
Frederick: [I'm waiting for you in the gazebo of the hotel's back garden. I have something to tell you.]
At 9:30 PM, he sent the second one.
Frederick: [I want to talk about the bracelet.]
At 10:00 PM, he sent the third message.
Frederick: [Amelia, please come down and meet me, okay?]
At midnight.
Frederick: [I didn't give the bracelet to Amber. It was always meant for you. The draft Amber took wasn't the final version.]
At 1:00 AM.
[Amelia, you haven't replied to my messages. Don't you want to see me?]
This was the last message Frederick sent to Amelia.
Now it was 2:00 AM. Hesitantly, Frederick tried calling Amelia again.
But this time, her phone was turned off.
When he made the first call, Amelia's phone wasn't off. Now it was, indicating she had turned it off herself.
Amelia hadn't replied to his messages or answered his calls. Her attitude was clear—she didn't want to see him.
Frederick gripped his phone tightly, sitting dazed in the gazebo for a long time.
Felix was waiting outside the gazebo, his legs numb from standing.
Tideport City's night temperature shift was drastic. A gust of wind left Felix feeling both cold and numb.
Frederick, inside the gazebo, remained motionless, holding his phone. Felix even wondered if Frederick had frozen.
Felix softly called out, "Mr. Hastings."
Frederick was pulled back to reality by Felix's voice.
The silent rejection was too painful for Frederick. He looked at the chat window, wanting to retract all the messages he had sent to Amelia.
But since too much time had passed, he couldn't retract them.
"How do you retract messages after the retraction window has passed?" Frederick suddenly spoke, catching Felix off guard.
After a moment's hesitation, Felix replied, "You can delete the messages and pretend they were never sent."
Frederick shot him a sharp look, but Felix still felt his answer was reasonable.
Out of sight, out of mind.
As long as Frederick couldn't see them, it was as if they were never sent.
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