Chapter 435 Amelia Felt His Change
"Why are you getting a divorce?" Dylan asked, his face a mix of confusion and disbelief as he stared at the divorce papers in front of him.
In his mind, Cynthia and Harold had always seemed solid. He couldn't remember them ever really fighting.
"Is it because of me?" Dylan's eyes started to well up as he spoke.
Cynthia quickly shook her head. "No, honey, it's not because of you. Your dad got mixed up. We're getting older, and he had a kid with Catherine. This is all on him, not you," she explained.
Dylan's brows knitted together, clearly not buying it. His hand shook as he held the document bag.
Cynthia stepped closer and grabbed his hand. "Dylan, seriously, it's not your fault. Don't take on your dad's mistakes. I'm okay, really. Divorce happens all the time these days."
Dylan's eyes were red, and he looked at Cynthia's now older face, feeling a wave of guilt and sadness. "I'm sorry, Mom. I feel like it's my fault," he mumbled.
Cynthia's heart ached, and she hugged him tight. "Dylan, it's not your fault. None of this is on you."
Dylan stood there, stiff as a board, letting Cynthia hug him as tears rolled down his cheeks. "Mom, where's my phone? I need to talk to Dad."
Cynthia shook her head and tried to change the subject. "Dylan, let's not call him right now. Didn't you just have a check-up? How did it go?"
But Dylan wasn't letting it go. "Mom, give me my phone. I need to talk to Dad. I'm calm, I promise. I won't do anything stupid."
Cynthia looked over at Amelia for help.
Amelia took a deep breath and stepped in. "Dylan..."
But Dylan cut her off gently, "Amelia, this is a family thing."
That shut Amelia up, and she didn't say another word.
"You can go. Sorry for holding you up," Dylan said calmly to Amelia, then turned back to Cynthia, still asking for the phone.
Cynthia bit her lip and reluctantly handed over the phone.
Dylan took the phone and glanced at Amelia, clearly wanting her to leave.
Amelia looked at Cynthia, who just waved her off helplessly.
"If you need anything, just let me know," Amelia said softly as she left.
Neither Cynthia nor Dylan responded, so Amelia left the room.
Thankfully, there were no strange noises coming from Dylan's room for a while.
Cynthia didn't come looking for Amelia either.
When Amelia's shift ended, she was still worried and found an excuse to check on Dylan.
Dylan was back in bed with an IV, and Cynthia was sitting in a chair. They both looked like nothing had happened.
Amelia sighed in relief.
As she was leaving, Dylan asked, "Amelia, I feel a lot better. Can I go home soon?"
Amelia looked at Cynthia for an answer.
Cynthia chimed in softly, "Amelia, Dylan wants to recover at home. I've also scheduled a psychologist to come over. When do you think he can be discharged? Is tomorrow okay?"
Amelia nodded. "Sure, you can handle the discharge paperwork tomorrow. I'll make sure the report is ready."
Dylan's latest check-up showed he was almost fully recovered. Staying in the hospital would just mean daily visits from a psychologist, so he could go home.
Cynthia smiled and thanked Amelia.
Amelia pressed her lips together, glancing at Dylan with a bit of worry. He seemed so calm, and she wasn't sure if that was a good or bad sign.
The next day, Cynthia went through the discharge procedures for Dylan. Before they left, they stopped by Amelia's office to say goodbye.
Watching them leave, Amelia felt uneasy. Dylan's behavior was just too calm and composed.
She got up and walked out of her office, seeing Dylan and Cynthia already in the elevator.
Amelia stepped forward, but Dylan smiled and said, "Amelia, no need to see us off. Before Mom and I leave Kasfee, we'll arrange to meet you."
Seeing his good condition and no signs of negativity, Amelia felt slightly relieved and nodded. "Alright."
As the elevator doors closed, Dylan smiled and said goodbye to Amelia, just as cheerfully as when he saw her off at the airport when she returned to Fondaniss.
But something still felt off to Amelia.
After work, Frederick came to pick her up. As soon as Amelia got in the car, she leaned her head on Frederick's shoulder.
Frederick naturally put his arm around her, his deep blue eyes full of concern.
He pulled her closer and asked softly, "What's wrong? Was work too much today?"
Amelia shook her head. The workload was fine, but she couldn't shake the uneasy feeling about Dylan. He'd been too calm since finding out about his parents' situation. It wasn't like him.
Dylan had depression and had shown suicidal tendencies before. Amelia didn't want to think negatively, but she just couldn't help it, which made it hard to focus at work.
"Dylan was discharged today," Amelia said softly, leaning closer to Frederick, then recounted the situation with Cynthia and Catherine.
Realizing she might have said too much, Amelia looked up at Frederick.
He gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and said softly, "Maybe he's suppressing his negative emotions because he feels sorry for Cynthia. He's an adult now, and seeing his mom suffer, he probably feels he has to be strong for her."
His expression was serious when he said that, showing he had listened carefully to Amelia.
Frederick used to dislike hearing about these things, always looking impatient.
But now, Amelia could feel he had changed.
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