Chapter 448 Frederick Didn't Contact Amelia
Amelia's eyes went wide as she listened to Ken, and then he just hung up on her. She let out a heavy sigh, trying to calm the storm brewing inside her. Determined, she headed straight to the detention center where Frederick was being held.
She had barely parked her car by the roadside and hadn't even opened the door when she saw Frederick and Nancy walking out together, adorned with smiles.
A throng of journalists gathered outside the detention center. Frederick graciously granted interviews and expressed his gratitude to Nancy for uncovering the crucial evidence.
Nancy's smile got even bigger and she laughed, "Mr. Hastings, if you feel like you owe me, you should marry me. I've got everything I need except the perfect husband."
The reporters went nuts, chattering excitedly. Amelia, still in her car, strained to catch Frederick's response, butthe press mobbed them, blocking her view. She watched, frozen, as Frederick gently guided Nancy into his car. Her hand hesitated on the door handle.
Frederick's car swiftly arrived at the entrance of the detention center.
The relentless reporters continued to pursue, and from her vantage point, Amelia could faintly perceive their figures. She observed Frederick gently supporting Nancy with his hand as they both got into the car.
Amelia pressed her lips together, quietly watching the scene unfold. Only after all the reporters had dispersed did she restart her car and drive away.
She didn't go looking for Frederick. Instead, she made her way to the hospital.
Cynthia had been rescued and was out of danger. Lying in the hospital bed, she immediately sat up when she saw Amelia walk in, her eyes full of hope. "Amelia, did you find anything?" she asked.
Amelia had already gotten a grip on her emotions. She walked up to Cynthia and softly said, "I got the surveillance footage from that day."
Cynthia's breath caught, her eyes welling up with tears. "Let me see it," she demanded. She had always wanted to know what had happened to Dylan that day.
Taking a deep breath, Amelia hesitated. "Mrs. Kingsley, maybe we should wait until you're feeling a bit better."
"No," Cynthia said firmly, shaking her head. "I need to know what happened to Dylan. I can't rest until I do. Amelia, don't worry about me. I'm fine."
Amelia nodded reluctantly, pulling out her phone and playing the footage.
Cynthia took the phone with trembling hands. As she watched the video, her face twisted with horror and anger.
By the end of the footage, Cynthia was sobbing uncontrollably. "That monster," she cried, tears streaming down her face. "How could he do that to his own son?"
Cynthia had always thought that maybe Catherine had said something to Dylan that day, causing him to jump off the building.
Never had she expected that it would be Harold who had beaten Dylan. Watching Dylan sit silently on the ground for those ten minutes, Cynthia's heart felt like it was being ripped apart.
Amelia wrapped her arms around Cynthia, trying to offer some comfort. Cynthia sobbed uncontrollably in Amelia's arms, her voice filled with deep hatred. "I will never let them get away with this. I will make them pay," she murmured.
Amelia was feeling pretty down herself, so she didn't really know how to comfort Cynthia. She just held her tight, her own eyes getting a bit teary.
She stayed with Cynthia at the hospital for a long time before heading back to Davis Manor.
When she walked into the house, she found Anna playing quietly with her toys. Her demeanor was not as spirited as before. Upon seeing Amelia enter the room, she immediately inquired, "Mommy, is Daddy still busy? Why hasn't he called me? I tried calling him, but he didn't answer."
Amelia's heart ached at her daughter's words. She forced a smile and said gently, "Daddy's probably super busy with work. Don't worry, sweetie. He'll call when he can."
Anna nodded, looking a bit reassured, and went back to playing.
Meanwhile, Amelia made her way to the kitchen where Vincent was busy whipping up a bunch of dishes. "Are we having guests tonight?" she asked, noticing the impressive spread.
Vincent shook his head gently and said softly, "No special guests. I just heard that Frederick got released, and I thought he'd come home for dinner tonight, so I made some of his favorite dishes. He's been through a lot lately, and he needs a good meal."
Upon hearing that, Emotion welled up in Amelia's chest, but she pushed it down, focusing on helping Vincent. Together, they set a table full of delicious food, but as the evening dragged on, there was still no sign of Frederick.
Amelia sat at the dining table, her eyes glued to the door, her heart sinking with each passing minute. Vincent, noticing her fading hope, offered a reassuring smile. "He's probably caught up with work. Let's not wait and just eat."
Amelia bit her lip and glanced at her phone screen. She had called Frederick several times, but he hadn't answered. Thinking about the scene she had witnessed earlier, she rubbed her temples and then said faintly, "Maybe. Let's eat first and not wait for him."
With that, she picked up her fork. Vincent suppressed a sigh and also picked up his fork to eat.
Amelia compelled herself to eat to put Vincent at ease, despite having lost her appetite entirely.
That night, Frederick didn't come back to Davis Manor, and he didn't even call.
The next morning, Amelia anxiously checked her phone, only to find no messages or missed calls from him.
Anna woke up and rubbed her sleepy eyes. "Mommy, is Daddy back?" she asked.
Anna's question caught Amelia off guard, and she didn't know how to respond for a moment.
Anna yawned and stayed in bed. She pouted, "Yesterday, Grandpa said Daddy was back from his trip. Why didn't he come to see us?"
Struggling to keep it together, Amelia picked Anna up. "Daddy has a lot of work to catch up on recently. But don't worry, when he's free, he'll come see us."
Anna nodded, but she was still puzzled. She said, "If Daddy doesn't come to see us, can we go to his company and visit him?"
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