Chapter 328 The Davis Family's Current Issues(1)
Frederick held back his emotions and replied softly, "Okay."
After he agreed, Amelia hung up.
He stood there, tidied himself up a bit, and walked back to Amelia's home.
Upstairs, Amelia found Frederick's clothes still in her bathroom. She packed them, along with his towel, into a bag.
She carried the bag downstairs.
Frederick had already returned and was at the staircase, about to go up.
Seeing the bag, he was momentarily stunned but quickly understood.
His joyful mood turned to sadness.
"Here you go," she said gently, handing him the bag.
Frederick took a deep breath and asked softly, "Did you call me back just for this?"
Amelia nodded, "Yes. Susan might see it while cleaning tomorrow."
Frederick frowned but took the bag, saying quietly, "It's really late."
Amelia glanced at the time and agreed, "Yeah, you should go. I need to rest."
She turned to go back to her bedroom.
Frederick grabbed her hand. "Amelia," he muttered.
She stopped and looked at him, confused.
Frederick looked into her eyes but held back what he wanted to say. "Good night," he said softly.
"Good night," she replied.
Frederick sighed, let go of her hand, and left Davis Manor.
Amelia stood at the staircase, watching him leave in silence.
Outside, Sebastian was still there, leaning against Frederick's car, looking dejected. He perked up when he saw Frederick. "What happened on the yacht today?" he asked, concerned.
Sebastian knew Frederick had been at the yacht party. Every participant seemed off after returning from the party, subtly reminding him taking care of Rachel, their words careful, their smiles strained. Something must have happened between Rachel and Charles.
Frederick's expression was grim. He walked over to Sebastian and said, "There was a situation with Amelia, but Rachel is fine."
Sebastian frowned. After a long pause, he asked, "Is Charles really interested in Rachel?"
Frederick patted his shoulder. "Their relationship is complicated. Charles isn't an option for her. You need to resolve things with Clara first."
He had made the same mistake before. Seeing Sebastian like this, he had to point it out.
Rachel couldn't tolerate deceit. Sebastian's support for Clara and her daughter was a severe insult to Rachel.
Sebastian took a deep breath, confused. "What's their relationship?"
Frederick said calmly, "Charles's stepmother is Layla."
Sebastian paused, then finally spoke, "So that's the connection."
He knew Rachel's hatred for Layla. Since Charles was Layla's stepson, he wasn't an option for Rachel.
Seeing the worry fade from Sebastian's face, Frederick calmly said, "Give the Hill family some perks to send Clara abroad. Don't let her stay here and bother Rachel. Maybe then you'll get a chance to talk."
Sebastian hesitated, doubt flickering across his face. "Rachel knows Clara isn't a threat. Even when Clara came back, I never did anything wrong," he said, almost whispering, feeling a pang of self-pity.
"Since the start of this year," he continued bitterly, "she hasn't been into the engagement. I've been planning the wedding alone. She hasn't even looked at the dress or outfits." He gestured toward the Davis residence door with a self-deprecating smile.
"Rachel is just an emotionless monster," he concluded, defeated.
Frederick's eyes darkened, his expression serious. "If she had no feelings," he countered, "how could she have been with you for so many years?"
"Sebastian, you're wrong," Frederick said firmly, frustration in his voice.
Felix, nearby, saw Frederick about to leave and opened the car door, glancing between the two men.
Frederick got into the car.
Sebastian watched, his face serious. "Rachel is so proud. Only by breaking her self-esteem will she stay with me."
Just like three years ago, when the Davis family had problems, Rachel had chosen to reconcile with him.
"Frederick, we've been friends for years. Don't interfere," Sebastian warned, his eyes determined and ruthless.
Already in the car, Frederick's eyes grew more serious.
He stared at Sebastian, silent for a long time before advising, "If you stand against her, you'll never have a chance."
Sebastian stared at the second-floor room where Rachel stayed.
He insisted, "Right now, I have no chance. Only if the Davis family has problems will she rely on me, like three years ago."
Frederick frowned, his voice warning. "The Kingsley family branches are eyeing your position. If you target the Davis family, it'll backfire. No matter how ruthless Rachel is, she hasn't targeted the Kingsley Group."
Sebastian wasn't listening. "As long as I can control her and she marries me, I'll pay any price."
Frederick frowned, speaking deeply, "Sebastian, don't say I didn't warn you. Don't push her to the brink. If you two fight, I won't interfere, but..."
Sebastian interrupted, "No buts. I'll make her come back to me, willingly."
He lit a cigarette, looked deeply in Rachel's direction, then walked into the shadows and drove away.
Frederick watched him leave, frowning.
Felix, by the car, watched Sebastian's car leave and bent down to look at Frederick in the back seat. "Mr. Hastings, should we warn Ms. Rachel Davis?"
Sebastian had been with Rachel for years and knew her well. He must be aware of the Davis family's current issues.
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