Chapter 485

Chapter 485:

“You are Weston’s child. I want you to accept it,” Michelle said.

Hearing that, Weldon lowered his head and accepted the gift with both hands.

Once they left the hospital, Weldon immediately snapped a picture of the gift and sent it to Shepard.

“What is this?” Shepard asked.

Weldon quickly typed back, “Amelia’s grandmother gave this to me p>

Even over text, Shepard could practically see the smug grin on Weldon’s face.

𝖲𝗵𝘢𝗋𝖾 𝘆𝘰u𝘳 f𝗮𝗏o𝗋𝗶𝘵𝗲𝘴 f𝗋𝗼𝘮

Too stubborn to admit he was jealous, Shepard sent a sharp reply. “You didn’t even think to bring her a gift, and you still accepted hers. Don’t you feel embarrassed p>

“I tried refusing, but she insisted I take it. What was I supposed to do?” Weldon replied.

The next thing he saw was an angry emoji from Shepard, which made him burst into laughter.

Sitting next to him, Amelia turned with curiosity.

“Amelia, Shepard is definitely jealous of me,” Weldon announced.

When Amelia looked confused, Weldon handed her his phone.

The moment Amelia saw their exchange, her lips curved into a quiet smile.

But that smile vanished instantly when she saw the figure standing outside her apartment building.

Wyatt had spent the night handling everything and making sure nothing else would trouble Nora before rushing back to Kretol.

“Amelia p>

The moment Amelia stepped out of the car, Wyatt moved quickly toward her.

But she walked right past him without a glance, unlocked her apartment door, and went inside.

As soon as Weldon followed her in, Amelia shut the door behind them.

Although Wyatt knew the door code, he didn’t try to enter. He stayed outside the door, standing silently.

Word of Amelia’s return to Kretol had already reached Rocco, who had filled her inbox with work waiting for her review.

Amelia sat in front of the computer, staring at the words without taking in a single one.

From afternoon into evening, Wyatt stayed outside without moving.

“Amelia, I think it’s about to rain p>

Weldon, who had been looking out the window, heard the first low rumble of thunder and instinctively turned back toward the sofa where Amelia sat.

Hearing Weldon’s words, Amelia lifted her gaze toward the window.

A loud crack split the sky, and a streak of blue lightning tore across the clouds.

Amelia told herself not to think about Wyatt, but her eyes betrayed her and drifted toward the balcony again.

At that moment, the rain began to pour in heavy sheets.

The relentless rhythm of the rain against the glass made her clench her fists instinctively.