Chapter 382 You Need to Stay in Your Position
Seeing Amelia beside him with a serious expression, Frederick smiled as he told her the password. "Your birthday."
Amelia entered her birthday, but the result showed the password was incorrect. She immediately looked up at Frederick, showing him the phone screen.
"Incorrect," she said, her tone carrying a hint of displeasure.
Frederick's eyes showed no panic, and he calmly said, "Try it backward. Year, date, month."
Amelia re-entered the information and successfully accessed Frederick's phone homepage.
A look of confusion flashed in her eyes as she asked, "Why backward?"
Normally, people entered passwords as month, date, then year.
Frederick replied in a low voice, "Because at that time, I wished time could go backward." He had changed the password during the period when Amelia had rejected him the most, so he wished time could go back to when they hadn't divorced yet.
As Amelia opened his social media, she asked, "Do you still wish time could go backward now?"
Frederick responded, "I know it's impossible to go back, so now I cherish you even more."
Amelia's hand paused slightly as she scrolled through the chat boxes, and then she opened the photo album.
As expected, Frederick's album was full of photos of her and Anna. Of course, these photos were saved from other places.
Amelia kept scrolling down. In Frederick's album, she found a photo of her doing experimental research while studying at Fondaniss.
She paused, picked up the phone, and looked at Frederick. "Where did you get this photo?" she asked.
In the photo, Amelia was dressed in a lab coat, focused on the instrument in her hand.
Frederick looked at the photo, was silent for a few seconds, and then answered, "I was the investor in that project."
Amelia paused upon hearing this. She had just arrived at Fondaniss when she joined that project. A scholar she knew had contacted her and invited her to join, so she went. At that time, she was pregnant with Anna and often felt unwell.
Later, she almost fainted, so she withdrew from the project and decided to return to school for further studies. She had never connected the project with Frederick. She hadn't expected him to be the investor behind it.
Amelia muttered, "So you must have known I was pregnant then."
Frederick was silent for a long time and nodded. Now, looking back at his thoughts at the time, he only felt foolish. He had never doubted that the child in Amelia's womb was his. Because when Amelia divorced him, she wasn't pregnant yet.
But he hadn't expected that Amelia had already made double preparations and altered her medical report.
At this point, Frederick's expression was filled with resentment. He grumbled, "You hid it from me, causing me so much pain. That medical report caused me so much pain."
Amelia raised her eyebrows slightly, looking down at Frederick's phone. The rest of the album was filled with photos of her.
Frederick's chat records had nothing interesting, mostly work-related topics, and his account consisted of conversations with Noah and Yves.
Suddenly feeling bored, she handed both phones back to Frederick, yawned, and naturally rested her head on Frederick's shoulder, murmuring, "Wake me up when we get home." She was feeling a bit sleepy.
Frederick kissed her on the forehead and nodded, "Okay."
At the conference site, Sebastian slapped himself without any mercy, but Rachel didn't stop him, nor did her face show any emotion.
After Amelia and Rachel left, Frederick said a few words to him and then left as well.
He stood alone in the back hall for a while.
His assistant, hearing the gossip, found him in the back hall and saw Sebastian's red and swollen face. His expression immediately fell.
The assistant said anxiously, "Ms. Davis's slap was too heavy. Doesn't she know not to hit the face? Besides, the conference is still ongoing. How can you go out and meet those foreign guests like this?"
The assistant was anxious, looking at Sebastian's face, unable to think of any solution. If it was just a slap, they could use makeup to cover it, but now Sebastian's face couldn't be hidden.
The assistant complained angrily, "It's already so swollen now. It'll be worse tomorrow. You probably can't attend tonight's social event. Did Ms. Davis slap you on purpose to stop you from attending tonight's event? She's really vicious."
When Sebastian heard the assistant's words, his gaze was intense, warningly looking at his assistant. "Shut up," he snapped.
The assistant, undeterred by Sebastian's harsh tone, pressed on. "Mr. Kingsley, wake up. You know Rachel's character. When you exposed the Davis Manor scandal, you knew she’d retaliate. She's a heartless woman. Don’t fall for her tricks again."
Sebastian pushed the assistant's hand away and coldly responded, "My face has nothing to do with her. I did it myself."
The assistant looked at him with a mix of disbelief and pity. He said, "People saw Ms. Davis slap you. Mr. Kingsley, there's no need to take the blame. No one outside will believe you."
Sebastian's face changed slightly. He asked, "Someone saw it?"
The assistant nodded and relayed the rumors from the front hall to Sebastian.
Sebastian's countenance turned icy, prompting him to stride purposefully toward the front hall. However, before he could reach the entrance, the assistant swiftly intervened.
He persuaded, "Mr. Kingsley, if you go out like this, you'll attract attention. Whether the injury on your face was self-inflicted or caused by Ms. Davis, it will affect both families' reputations. You need to stay in your position. Only then might you have a chance to negotiate with Ms. Davis. You know what she’s capable of."
Sebastian paused, his resolve wavering. He had wanted to confront the rumors, but the weight of his assistant's words settled over him like a fog. He stood at the door, deeply gazing at Rachel in the crowd.
Rachel was smiling, unaffected by the rumors.
He stared at Rachel's smile for a long time, then turned and left.
Rachel noticed Sebastian's figure, saw him turn and leave, and raised her glass to clink with someone beside her.
Inwardly, she was a storm of disappointment and mockery. If Sebastian had shown the courage to explain what had really happened, she would have respected his bravery. But he didn't dare to clarify or confront the situation, reaffirming her view of him as weak. With a definitive gesture, she emptied her glass, concealing her genuine emotions beneath a facade of composed detachment.
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