Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 440

Amelia's smile hadn't disappeared ever since she saw these two energetic kids. She found it both amusing and surprising especially when hearing Ashley's announcement that Rick was a pig instead of a dog.

Nora had been watching them having fun. Seeing that they've been outside for quite a while, she couldn't help but urge them, "Patrick, Amelia, let's hurry inside. Although it's not snowing, the freezing air out here might bring on a cold."

"Alright!" Amelia answered from a distance. She held Andrew with one hand and grabbed tightly the rope connected to the dog with the other hand. After giving Patrick a look, she walked carefully with others over the snow to the inner courtyard.

The courtyard was different from the cold and moist outside. The domestic servants had been cleaning it and made sure there was no snow here. Noting that the ground was not slippery, Patrick put down Ashley, leaving her to run to Amelia and play with the dog.

Owen, who was a few steps behind, asked abruptly, "What do you think about father's matter?"

Patrick looked far away as he asked absentmindedly, "Think about what?"

Owen sighed. "Forgive him. No one could guarantee that they themselves would never make a mistake."

Patrick said in a deep voice, "But he made mistakes again and again."

Owen reached out to pat his brother's stiff shoulders. "Mom couldn't be ruled out as one of the causes of Dad's mistakes. She has really changed a lot recently and is no longer the woman he could tell everything to."

Patrick looked back at him. "Owen, what about you? Can you forgive him?"

Owen said slowly, "I can. From the perspective of fairness... I feel even more sorry for him."

"Sorry for him?" Patrick felt as if he had heard a joke.

Owen frowned. "We alleged his so-called faults. But in fact, when you insist that he has cheated on Mom, did he really do that? Did you or Mom see it with your own eyes? Just because he was close with a woman the same age as him, everyone claims that he is a cheater? If that's the case, I must not play husband with any female colleague when doing special mission."

Patrick's voice was hoarse. "I..."

Owen continued, "In the end, didn't we force him to leave? I have been thinking about the whole thing these days. I think we shouldn't spoil Mom unconditionally as a victim because of her suicide while treating Dad as a hateful culprit."

"Think about it. If the situation is the opposite. If it has not been Mom but Dad who committed suicide, you would probably say something like he should be with Jocelyn, wouldn't you?"

Patrick stiffened as a trace of softness flashed through his cold eyes. If Howard had been the one who tried to murder himself, would Patrick hate Eve instead?

"Owen, I'm confused now..." In front of Owen, Patrick no longer seemed to be his omnipotent self.

Owen gave a wry smile, "I've been there, too. But it will eventually pass. If everyone keeps staring at that hurdle in front of us, we will never move on, will we?"

It had been two months since Florence had moved out from Land of Fragrance, during which she had been working in the airlines. In fact, she had stopped being angry with Amelia a long time ago, it was just that she was too proud to talk to Amelia. Now seeing Amelia out of the blue, Florence couldn't help but feel a little excited and guilty.

Noting the stiff look Florence had put on the moment they saw each other, Amelia guessed that Florence still hated her for Eve's sake. She was a little awkward. "Florence..."

"Sorry, Amelia..." Florence suddenly pulled Amelia to a place where they were alone and was too emotional to speak incoherently. "I shouldn't be mad at you and vent anger on you because of Dad. In fact, how could you be the kind of woman who only cared about money..."

"After what has happened, Dad asked me to the study room and showed me his will. Then I understood everything. Amelia, I'm sorry for accusing you in the hospital... I was so inconsiderate... Would you... Would you forgive me?"

Amelia looked at her lower and lower head and said gently, "Florence, I forgave you a long time ago."

Florence sniffed. In the end, she couldn't help let out a cry, wrapped her arms around Amelia's neck, and burst into tears. "That's why I like you the most..."

The more she liked Amelia, the sadder she was when she had been hurt. That was how Florence felt now.

Amelia rubbed her head and comforted her, "Well, don't cry. It's Christmas today. If you cry this hard, you are going to wash away all of your luck."

Florence hurried to look up, wiped her tears, and nodded to Amelia, "You're right. The Hoppers have been unlucky enough. I couldn't wash away the remaining luck with tears."