Chapter 42 He is a Respectable Man
Amelia hadn't rested well the previous night. When she woke up in the morning, her face was visibly worn out. She got up, freshened up in the bathroom, and stepped out of the bedroom.
On the living room table was a note from Rachel. It read that her company was swamped, so she had to head to the office early. Rachel had prepared breakfast for Amelia and kept it warm in the microwave.
Amelia felt deeply moved, thinking to herself, "Only my family would care for me like this."
After breakfast, she headed to the hospital. Since Amelia had already submitted her resignation, Ralap did not schedule any surgeries for her. Amelia's responsibilities during this time mainly involved handing over her duties. Nicole was quite busy, so Amelia organized all of the patient files and handed them over to Nicole. For some patients with more complicated situations, Amelia personally took Nicole to their rooms for a discussion.
Amelia and Nicole had just left a patient's room when they saw Frederick carrying a take-out bag from a renowned restaurant into Amber's room. Nicole immediately looked at Amelia. Of course, Amelia saw Frederick too, but she was calm as if she was not acquainted with him. Nicole couldn't help but admire Amelia's composure. However, she remembered how much Amelia adored Frederick when they first got married. Amelia's current indifference was probably because she had long since become numb to it all, Nicole thought, clenching her teeth.
In her eyes, Amber and Amelia were incomparable. "Men won't know how bad something is until they've tasted the crap outside," Nicole said, using a crude metaphor. Amelia raised an eyebrow, finding Nicole's comparison disgusting. "That's gross. Please, stop," she said. Nicole whispered another remark, eliciting an unwilling chuckle from Amelia.
As Frederick left the room after setting down his items, he caught a glimpse of Amelia's laughter. She looked to be in good spirits, her expression relaxed and her eyes filled with mirth. Seeing Frederick exit so quickly, Amelia's smile faded, and she glanced at him briefly before looking away.
As Frederick stepped out, Nicole quickly took Amelia's arm and hastened their pace away from the scene.
At the end of her shift, Amelia was doing her final rounds before leaving. When she checked on Amber's room, she noticed Frederick was still there. Amber greeted her with a gentle smile, "Ms. Davis..."
Amelia nodded slightly, focused on conducting her examination. Regardless of what Amber said, Amelia maintained her composure. She listened, but she showed little desire to engage in conversation. Amber picked up on Amelia's reluctance to chat and chose to keep quiet.
After completing her examination and offering some professional advice, Amelia left Amber's room. She went to the storage room to change out of her scrubs and then clocked out for the day.
She had just walked out of the hospital when she saw Frederick, who had been in Amber's hospital room moments before, drive past her in his car. Frederick didn't stop or even greet her. he just drove off without acknowledgment.
Taking a deep breath, Amelia's recently settled emotions crumbled in an instant. She hailed a taxi, and just as she had given the driver the address, her cell phone rang. It was a call from Vincent.
Without hesitation, Amelia answered the call.
Vincent's voice bubbled with cheerfulness. "Amelia, do you have time to come over for dinner tonight?"
Amelia paused, then replied, "Of course. Dad, I'm off work now. I'll be there soon. What are you planning to cook for me?"
Ever since Vincent had handed over all the company business to Rachel, his mood seemed to have improved considerably. He was always looking forward to Amelia joining him for meals.
"You'll find out when you get here. I've also made some dishes Frederick loves. I just learned them recently. You both should really give them a try," Vincent shared warmly, his tone noticeably tinged with a different sentiment when mentioning Frederick. It was as if Frederick were his own son.
Susan had mentioned that Vincent's mood had significantly brightened lately. The doctor who had previously treated Vincent for depression remarked that Vincent's mindset was now very positive. For someone dealing with depression, even the smallest things could potentially affect their mood.
This left Amelia somewhat anxious, pondering whether Vincent knowing about her divorce from Frederick would worsen his gradually improving depression.
"Frederick's been rather busy lately. He might..." Amelia began, only to be cut off by Vincent.
"I texted Frederick this morning to ask whether he'd be free for dinner, and he said he'd make time. Finish your work and come straight home. Frederick might arrive a bit later. See you in a bit," Vincent stated before abruptly ending the call.
Amelia was at a loss for words, merely massaging her temples in slight frustration.
Upon reaching the gates of the Davis Manor, Amelia had just stepped out of the cab when she saw Frederick leaning against his own vehicle. His hands were casually pocketed, and although his pose was relaxed, he still emanated an air of nobility.
It seemed as though Frederick was intentionally waiting for Amelia. Once he saw her exit the cab, he approached.
Amelia bit her lip, then asked, "Did you promise my dad this morning that you'd come over for dinner?"
Frederick nodded.
"Yes. His spirits have finally lifted a bit. I couldn't say no to him."
Amelia pursed her lips.
Amelia thought to herself, "He had promised earlier, yet he hadn't given me a ride from the hospital. But after he arrived, he was waiting here for me."
Through three years together, Amelia realized she had never truly understood Frederick's thoughts.
Observing the deep thought in her eyes, Frederick said in a low voice, "I thought you wouldn't want to ride in my car, so I didn't offer."
It was as if he had read the questions in her heart and spoke with a detached air.
Every time she had ridden in his car, Frederick had seen the embarrassment and distance on her face.
Amelia was stunned.
"I don't want to ride in his car? I'm afraid it's him who doesn't want me there," she thought.
They were nearing a divorce, and Amelia had no intention of dwelling on such matters.
Thus, she didn't deny her reluctance to ride in his car.
"Let's go inside," she said softly, heading toward the entrance of the Davis Manor.
Frederick didn't hurry after her. Instead, he opened the car door, took several gift boxes from the back seat, and carried them into the Davis Manor.
Amelia raised an eyebrow.
Frederick said coolly, "I can't come to your house empty-handed."
Amelia scoffed to herself, thinking how polite he was being.
"We're about to divorce. You don't need to work so hard at these niceties," she stated flatly, then turned away from him.
Vincent's fondness for Frederick had grown and surpassed what it was when Amelia and Frederick first married. Likely, it was because Frederick had been in contact with Vincent more frequently than in the past three years. Vincent had always respected Frederick, but now, seeing his thoroughness in every action, Vincent's admiration had understandably increased.
Yet, Vincent's liking for Frederick worried Amelia.
She feared what might happen if Vincent knew about Frederick's current dealings with Amber.
Afraid to continue the thought, Amelia pushed it from her mind.
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