Chapter 55
Nathan and Vivian’s area descended into total chaos.
All Amelia saw in the end was Nathan scooping up Vivian and rushing back into the mansion.
Not just Amelia–everyone there witnessed it.
Louie looked at Amelia with concern.
He wanted to say something, but with all these reporters around, he kept quies, just yelling at people on his phone.
The three Wessex siblings watched this unfold. Lester rolled his eyes.
The gorgeous woman also looked disgusted.
Everyone reacted differently.
As for Amelia-
She just calmly looked away.
As if the man carrying Vivian inside wasn’t the husband she’d lived with for years. Like none of this concerned her at all.
-The mansion’s horns blared again.
Then came the sound of helicopter rotors.
Amelia looked up to see the aircraft above.
Louie shielded Amelia as they headed toward the helicopter.
Amelia nodded and followed the security team that had finally broken through the crowd toward the mansion.
Cavendish Group personnel who’d been stuck in traffic had arrived and cleared an exit route for gala guests.
Guests filed out orderly, and with security maintaining order, the crowd gradually thinned.
As she reached the rooftop stairway, Amelia looked back one last time.
On the first floor, the crowd had parted automatically. Vivian had just regained consciousness, and Nathan sat beside her, head down, saying something.
His furrowed brow, pressed lips–everything showed his concern for Vivian.
“Let’s go,” Louie said softly, following Amelia’s gaze.
Amelia’s eyes lowered slightly, then she turned away without looking back.
“Yeah,” she replied.
Amelia followed Louie out of the
passage.
In the first floor hall, Nathan sensed something and looked up, but all he saw was the empty rooftop entrance and pitch black night.
“Whirr whirr whirr-”
The helicopter sound filled the air, and for some reason, his heart felt empty.
“Nathan, I’m sorry for worrying you,” Vivian said weakly beside him. “I was to eager, scheduled too much.”
Chapter 55
“Sorry.”
“It’s just… I don’t have much time left;”
Nathan’s frown deepened. Unable to bear her suffering, he shook his head at Vivian, indicating it was fine.
Meanwhile, in the helicopter, Amelia looked down at the city below.
Taking off from the hillside mansion, the helicopter flew over the congested mountain road traffic toward Cavendish Group’s approved low altitude flight path.
Traffic below was still jammed, but she could see a clear lane had opened in the middle.
The rotor wash was strong, whipping Amelia’s long hair around.
Watching the traffic below, Amelia wasn’t sure what she was thinking–just felt tired.
A suit jacket draped over her shoulders.
The jacket still held someone’s body warmth and a faint pine scent.
Amelia turned to see Louie’s hair tousled by the wind and his worried eyes.
“Nathan?” Vivian’s voice came from beside him.
“Is there a problem with the items?” Vivian asked with a smile.
“I’ll take you home,” he said.
Nathan’s expression remained unchanged, still that unreadable mask, but somehow helicopter rotors seemed to buzz in his ears
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