Chapter 68 She wanted to sell Spring Villa, leaving no trace of memories.
Frederick got up from the sofa and casually supported Brittany.
But Brittany directly pulled her hand away and snorted, showing a strong disapproval of him.
Frederick felt helpless when he saw his grandmother's attitude.
In her heart, it seemed like Amelia was the real granddaughter.
At the dining table, Amelia sat next to Vincent, while Frederick sat across from Amelia.
Frederick and Vincent discussed work matters, while Amelia and Brittany talked about women's topics, not interfering with each other and having a pleasant time.
Susan looked at the four people at the dining table and couldn't understand it.
Before Amelia and Frederick had their divorce, Frederick had rarely come to the Davis family.
Now that they have divorced, it seems like there is a new feeling of being a family.
Amelia hadn't been eating much recently and lacked an appetite.
Brittany kept reminding her, "You should eat a little more, or else you won't get enough nutrition."
Amelia nodded slightly.
At this moment, Frederick's gaze fell upon Amelia, his eyes deepening.
She was indeed too skinny, with a waist that was unrealistically slim.
Right then, Frederick happened to have a plate of fish stew in front of him. He reached out and used a fork to put a piece of fish into Amelia’ss plate.
Amelia looked up at him, calmly smiled after a few seconds, and spoke, "Thanks, bro."
Frederick's eyes darkened.
Amelia’s smile remained as she delicately ate the fish.
Suddenly, he lost his appetite.
Her nonchalant attitude clearly showed that she didn't care about what their relationship would be like in the future.
Frederick's face tensed, and he remained silent for a long time.
After dinner, Brittany pulled Amelia aside and talked for a while, then left the Davis family.
Amelia and Vincent escorted them to the front door of the Davis family.
Amelia helped Brittany into the car, closed the door, and turned to look at Frederick.
"Bro, drive safely."
Frederick gave her a cold glance, then spoke to Vincent.
"Dad, you guys go inside."
"No need to see us off."
Vincent nodded, his face gentle. "Next time we meet, you can call me Uncle Yan."
Frederick's eyes darkened slightly, but eventually, he nodded sullenly. "Fine."
After Frederick got into the car, he started it and drove away.
Amelia smiled and waved goodbye to Brittany, not sparing a single glance at Frederick.
It wasn't until their car disappeared from sight that Amelia and Vincent turned around and went back into the Davis family.
Frederick glanced at the rearview mirror, not seeing Amelia’ss figure. An indescribable emotion began to spread within him.
Brittany sat in the back seat and casually said, "If I had known that you and Amelia would get along so well as siblings, I shouldn't have tried to set you up for marriage in the first place."
"Amelia wasted three years of her youth on Frederick," the editor said.
Frederick's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.
"Damn it!" he raised his tone.
Brittany let out a soft snort. "But you didn't like Amelia, right? Isn't this exactly what you wanted?"
Frederick looked at her with a deep gaze but didn't answer.
"You will regret it sooner or later," Brittany said coldly, her face turned away toward the window.
Frederick's gaze turned colder. He had already...
He took a deep breath and slightly accelerated the car, heading straight back to the Hastings family estate.
When they arrived at the entrance of the estate, Tom immediately came out to greet them.
Brittany had a cold face and reprimanded, "Tom, didn't you have urgent business to attend to in your hometown? Why are you still here?"
Tom hesitated for a moment upon hearing her words, then glanced at Frederick and honestly explained, "Mr. Frederick asked me to bring you back, so I returned to the estate first."
Brittany simply responded with an "Oh," and her gaze fell on Frederick, who hadn't gotten out of the car. Her eyes were filled with mockery.
"You didn't like Amelia and insisted on divorce. Why did you shamelessly run to the Davis family?"
Frederick rubbed his temples, showing signs of a headache.
"Grandmother, it was Amelia who wanted a divorce."
Brittany let out a soft snort. "Wasn't it you who brought up the divorce during the most difficult time for the Davis family?"
"Wasn't it because you were involved with Amber, and it was only when there was no clarity that Amelia agreed to the divorce?"
Frederick's face stiffened. "Amber and I were not involved."
Brittany coldly glanced at him, then turned and went back to the estate.
Frederick sat in the car and watched her go inside before starting the engine and driving away.
Spring Villa.
Mary had finished packing all the belongings and moved them to the front door. When she saw Frederick's car approaching, she was momentarily stunned.
"Sir, did you leave anything behind here?"
Frederick didn't know why, but he felt compelled to come back and check.
After all, he and Amelia had lived here for three years, so there were some memories here.
Frederick glanced at the suitcase in Mary's hands, and his gaze darkened slightly. "Where are you going?"
Mary's eyes revealed a hint of disappointment as she softly said, "I want to return to the old mansion."
"Madam is about to go to Fondaniss and will probably live with the Davis family when she returns to the country, so she intends to put this villa up for sale," the person replied.
Mary turned her head to look at the villa while speaking, her eyes filled with reluctance.
Frederick furrowed his brows, and his face grew solemn.
He sat silently in the car, looking at the villa, lost in thought for a long time.
Mary saw that he didn't say anything, and coincidentally, the ride-hailing car she had scheduled arrived at Spring Villa.
"Sir, I'll leave first," Mary said.
Frederick nodded his head.
Mary sighed, pulled her luggage into the car, and left.
Frederick sat in the car as the sky gradually darkened.
He lit a cigarette and placed it in his mouth, gazing at the villa that had not turned on a single light.
His handsome features were hidden in the shadows, revealing little emotion.
A breeze blew by, scattering the ash from his cigarette, but he remained unaffected, quietly staring at the villa.
After a long time, he started the car again, but this time, his destination was the Davis family.
The Davis family.
Amelia had previously made plans to watch a movie with Daniel, but they had to cancel due to a busy period.
This time, Daniel took the initiative to invite her, and Amelia couldn't find an excuse to refuse, so she agreed to watch a movie with him that evening.
After the movie ended.
Amelia walked out of the cinema and yawned.
She had been looking forward to watching this movie, but after seeing it, she realized that it wasn't as captivating as she expected.
Throughout the whole movie, she had been feeling sleepy and yawning constantly.
Daniel notices this and, after the movie ends, drives Amelia back to the Davis family.
Upon arrival at the Davis family.
Amelia opened the car door and got out. As she reached for her bag, Daniel took it from her first.
"When I came to pick you up earlier, Uncle Yan emphasized that I must personally escort you back. If I don't bring you directly to him, I'm afraid he won't allow you to go out with me next time," he said.
"So, let me accompany you inside." Amelia nodded when she heard the voice and let Daniel carry her handbag as they entered the Davis family home.
Frederick's car was parked at the corner of the Davis family home, and he stared intently at the charming figure entering the Davis family. The veins in his hand, gripping the steering wheel, were throbbing.
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