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Chapter 265:
When Amelia approached the car, the door opened from within before she could touch the handle. Wyatt’s eyes settled on the box in her hand, prompting her to explain, “Honestly, I wasn’t sure about accepting it. Denny insisted it was a wedding present for both of us, so I didn’t feel like I had any real option except to accept p>
Accepting such an expensive gift made Amelia feel uneasy. Still, although the necklace Denny had gifted her was costly, it meant little to Wyatt since he was rich. Sensing how uneasy Amelia sounded, Wyatt leaned in after she got inside the car and said quietly, “Don’t worry about it. Once Denny finds someone to marry, we’ll just give him something equally valuable as a gift p>
Earlier, Amelia had been full of energy at Kretol University; now, she finally realized just how exhausted she was. As she talked, her words grew softer. Soon, her head came to rest against Wyatt’s shoulder. Turning to look at her, Wyatt saw that Amelia had already drifted off. A low chuckle escaped him as he carefully gathered her close, then asked the driver to take it slow for the rest of the way.
Even when the car rolled up to the entrance of Hillside Villa, Amelia still hadn’t woken up. Kurt, hearing the sound of the car, came out to greet them but stopped short when he saw Wyatt circle around the car to carefully open the other door and carry Amelia out. Any words Kurt meant to say faded as he simply gestured toward the living room once the pair entered the house.
In the living room, Hiram Clarkson stood up from the couch as Wyatt walked in, but when he noticed Amelia in Wyatt’s arms, he stopped himself from saying anything. Gabby had spent weeks helping Amelia regain her health and had always said that Wyatt’s feelings for Amelia ran deep. Hiram used to believe Gabby was overstating things. All that changed at that moment.
𝗗𝘰w𝗻𝗅𝗈a𝖽𝗮𝘣𝗹е 𝗣𝖣𝗙s 𝗈ո 𝘨𝘢𝗅ո𝗈𝘷еls.𝗰𝗈𝗆
Hiram had worked for Wyatt as a private investigator for years, but this was the first time he’d witnessed that sort of tenderness from him.
“What did you find out p>
Wyatt had returned to his usual composed state after placing Amelia on the bed in the bedroom, the warmth from earlier gone as if it had never existed. With no time to waste, Hiram gave his report. “There’s news about Nadia, but p>
“What is it?” Wyatt asked when Hiram hesitated.
Hiram said nothing else. He handed over the folder, letting the documents speak for themselves. The documents revealed that Nadia had suffered a stroke. She had lost her ability to speak and now depended on others for even the simplest tasks. Recent photos of Nadia appeared throughout the report, and as Wyatt studied the frail-looking woman, a frown creased his face.
Amelia’s earlier words came back to him. Nadia should only be in her early fifties, but this photograph painted the image of someone much older. “Any news from Mrs. Davis?” Wyatt asked, turning to Hiram and tucking the folder away.
Hiram’s expression dropped, disappointment shadowing his features. “There’s still nothing p>
On top of Nadia’s case, Hiram had also been looking into what Ricky had told Michelle before she collapsed. Despite all the digging, he still came up empty.
“Keep investigating,” Wyatt instructed.
In an apartment in the city center, Laura looked at the disheveled Jaxton, her eyes full of anger. “What happened to you? You look terrible p>
Without acknowledging her, Jaxton brushed past her and headed for the bedroom. Laura moved to follow him, but he slammed the door so hard it nearly caught her in the face, then locked it tight.
For a second, Laura just stood there, stunned. Then she let her anger loose, shouting at the closed door, “Is this how you treat your own mother? I p>
“Leave me alone p>
Jaxton’s furious voice cut her off from inside, making Laura’s anger boil over. She slammed her fists against the door again and again, but no matter how hard she hit, silence was all that came back.
Ever since the Morrison family lost everything and their old house was sold, this apartment had become Laura’s home. The place was the one she had arranged for Layla before.
Inside the room, Jaxton listened to the pounding on the door, his heart swelling with resentment. Amelia sat at the center of his anger for the ruin of the Morrison name, and Laura’s constant pushing about attending Kretol University’s celebration had only made things worse.
It was over half an hour before the pounding finally stopped. Jaxton grabbed his phone and made a call. “I accept your offer,” he said as soon as the call came through.