Chapter 452 Letting Go Doesn't Mean I Trust You
Felix awkwardly shut the car door.
Nancy's smiled as she turned to Frederick. "A virtuous wife like Ms. Davis is rare these days. But Mr. Hastings, you're not just any man; you need someone capable. She can't help you in business, but I can. You should consider me, Mr. Hastings. I'm more valuable."
Frederick didn't respond to Nancy. Instead, he looked at Felix and said calmly, "Drive."
Felix quickly got into the car. Before starting the car, he glanced at Amelia, his eyes reflecting a hint of concern. She stood there, watching their car pull away with furrowed brows. After a moment, she collected herself and got into her own car.
She sat in the car for a long time, trying to calm down before starting the engine and driving off.
On the way back, Amelia was distracted, her mind stuck on Frederick's restrained expression.
Maybe Frederick had been too good to her lately, and his sudden return to his old self was hard for Amelia to accept. She even tried to read something else in Frederick's expression; maybe he had other plans.
Amelia rubbed her temples. She hadn't rested well for days, her thoughts were all over the place, and her head hurt. The image of Frederick supporting Nancy kept flashing before her eyes.
She was somewhat distracted when a dog suddenly darted out from the roadside. Startled, Amelia instinctively swerved to avoid the dog, but the steering wheel turned too sharply, and she crashed into a bridge pier.
The impact deployed the airbags, and Amelia was left dazed. Her first instinct was to call Frederick, but he didn't answer when she really called. Her heart sank deeper, the pain sharp and real.
Her vision began to blur, and just as she was about to pass out, she felt herself being pulled from the car. When she looked up, it wasn't Frederick; it was Scott. His presence jolted her.
Seeing her dazed look, Scott sneered, "What, disappointed it wasn't Frederick who came to save you?"
Amelia regained her composure, controlled her emotions, and replied calmly, "No."
The front of her car was smoking ominously. Scott set her gently in his car before grabbing a fire extinguisher to douse the flames. Once the fire was out, he returned, dusting himself off, and called the authorities. While on the phone, he turned to her, "You haven't been drinking, have you?"
Amelia shook her head.
Scott let out a low chuckle and said, "Of course, a law-abiding citizen like you would never drive under the influence."
Her forehead ached from the airbag. She raised her hand to rub her forehead, worried about a bump forming, which would be hard to explain to Vincent later. Vincent had been worried enough about their issues lately.
He handed her a small mirror. "No disfigurement, still beautiful."
Amelia took the mirror and, with a soft "Thanks," examined her reflection, relieved to find no visible harm. Scott watched her silently, and she felt an uncomfortable intensity under his gaze. She handed back the mirror and suggested, "Thanks for saving me. I'll wait here for the authorities; you don't need to stay."
As she turned to get out of the car, Scott grabbed her hand and smiled, "I've already spent so much time; I don't mind staying a bit longer. Amelia, we're even now, right? You saved me once, and now I've saved you."
Amelia was silent for a few seconds before nodding. "Yeah, we're even."
Scott smiled, "Since we're even, shouldn't you drop your prejudice against me?"
Amelia was silent for a moment. Scott didn't press for an answer but continued, "I've been feeling unwell lately, so Dr. Davis, can you put aside your prejudice and treat my condition seriously?"
Finally, she nodded. Scott looked relieved. Then the authorities arrived. Amelia stepped out to explain the incident. They checked surveillance footage, tested her for alcohol, and orchestrated her car's removal.
"It's probably best to scrap your car," Scott advised, leaning against his own vehicle, lighting a cigarette. "Old cars need to make way for new ones."
Amelia felt a pang of discomfort at his words but nodded. She agreed to have the car scrapped.
Scott's lips curved slightly; he knew that what Amelia had abandoned was far more than just a car. "How about I buy you a new one?"
Amelia shook her head. "I have plenty of cars at home."
Scott raised an eyebrow. "I forgot, your sister has a garage full of cars. Good thing I didn't offend you too much before, or you'd come at me with an armored SUV, and I wouldn't stand a chance."
The last time Rachel drove and collided with the car that Sebastian had parked at the entrance of the Davis Manor, the incident caused such a stir that even now, many people still dared not cross Rachel.
As he approached her while speaking, the scent of cigarette smoke reached her, prompting her to move away. Scott noticed and quickly discarded his cigarette. "I'll take you home."
Amelia shook her head. "No need. I've already called a cab."
Scott raised an eyebrow. "You still have a prejudice against me. Didn't you agree you'd let go of your prejudice?"
Amelia glanced at her phone to see the cab's arrival notification. She turned to Scott, "You saved me, and I'm grateful. You mentioned being even, so I've let go of my prejudice. But letting go doesn't mean I trust you."
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