Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 225

"She's neither your family nor your wife, and you're telling me that she's not an outsider?" Amelia raised her voice, unable to take in what he was saying.

"Although Cynthia and I are not related by blood, we have a closer relationship, and without her, I wouldn't be who I am today. Do you understand?" Patrick's angry face emphasized, "I don't want to hear such ungrateful words from you ever again!"

After that, he got up from the couch but stopped by Amelia with a sneer.

When Patrick turned around and saw that she was laughing like crazy, he frowned and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Amelia leaned back in the chair, her somewhat weary appearance distressing, while the words she uttered were sad, "I'm laughing at myself."

Patrick was stunned, and he was a little unfamiliar with her like this.

Amelia tilted her head, looking intently at the handsome looking man in front of her, the image of him hugging Cynthia yesterday was probably going to be a nightmare she couldn't get away from lately.

"Every time you told me you were going to see Cynthia, I never once stopped you, and you, even though I told you exactly who I was with, you were still paranoid and insulted me at every turn. Have you ever thought of putting yourself in my shoes as to why you are the only one in a position to question me while I am the one who always is forced to 'shut up' over and over again?"

Patrick listened quietly, he couldn't even utter a word of rebuttal.

Amelia didn't like the feeling of looking up to him and simply stood up from the couch and locked eyes with him, "Let me guess, you kept the dinner with Cynthia from me because you were afraid

that I would do something to 'hurt' her after I heard you went to see her, right? "

"That's right." Patrick didn't deny it.

The light shone on Amelia's thin body, and the quicker he answered, the more it saddened her.

She questioned, "You like weak women, don't you? Just because she cries and grieves a lot, you have no doubt of whatever she says?"

Patrick spoke neutrally, "I don't want to get into the truth anymore. I just need to know that she saved my life, that's all." This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

"I see..." After a few seconds of silence, Amelia liked a defeated soldier lowered her head and brushed past him.

She finally realized that there was no point in explaining, even if she had been wrongly accused, she would be defeated just because he said "Cynthia saved my life".

The next day, Saturday.

Amelia arrived at the door of Ryan's ward with flowers and fruit baskets in hand just as a little nurse looked up at the door. Amelia waved at her.

The nurse took a few steps forward. After opening the door, she smiled and asked Amelia, "Miss, are you here to visit Mr. Quartley?"

"Yes, is it convenient for me to go in now?" Amelia asked politely.

The nurse said, "I am preparing to help him clean his body. If you are his family, please come in. He was so shy that he wouldn't let me unbutton his clothes."

Seeing the nurse leading Amelia into the room, Ryan's tense face suddenly turned into a smile and said, "Amelia?"

"Hello, Uncle Ryan!" Amelia placed the gift she was carrying on the bedside table and sat down. Two seconds later, she sniffed and said to Ryan, "Uncle Ryan, you smell bad. you'd better ask the nurse lady to scrub you down and change into a clean set of clothes."

"Really?" Ryan sniffed his collar nervously. It didn't make sense. He had been lying on the bed for the past few days, and he didn't sweat at all. How could there be any bad smell?

"Or is his nose out of whack? Forget it. If Amelia says he stinks, he really stinks. She doesn't need to lie to him."

Ryan faked a cough and said to the nurse with embarrassment, "Just help me to the bathroom and I'll scrub myself down."

The nurse looked embarrassed and said, "It was the Director who personally instructed me to help you clean your body. I dare not to disobey the Director's words."

"What..." Ryan had a conflicted look on his face. He was an old man. When he thought of a young and beautiful girl touching him to clean his body, he felt uncomfortable all over.

Hearing this, Amelia couldn't help but pat her chest, and confidently said, "Let me help you. OK?"

"OK." Not knowing why he had made such a mistake, Ryan agreed unexpectedly.

"Thank you, Miss Amelia." The nurse relaxed and turned to go put hot water on for Ryan.

When he looked up and saw Amelia's bright eyes, Ryan blushed. He swore to God that he had no evil thoughts about this little girl, he just felt very close to her, as if what she did to him was what his family did to him. There was no need to be embarrassed at all.

"Sorry to trouble you," said Ryan.

Amelia was rolling up her sleeves, hearing this, she smiled gently and said, "No worries, Uncle Ryan."

When Amelia wiped his back evenly, Ryan sighed with emotion and said, "It's your parents' luck that having a child like you."

Amelia's movements were slightly stiff, and her voice was a little muffled. "Thanks, but the person I want to be filial to is long gone."

"Sorry!" Ryan then remembered that Amelia's mom had passed away and quickly changed the subject, "I'm sure your dad must have played the role of both mom and dad at the same time to raise you to be so well-behaved and smart."

Amelia laughed bitterly and silently scrubbed Ryan's back, when suddenly she seemed to notice something and stared at the back of Ryan's head and said, "Uncle Ryan, you have a grey hair here." "Help me pull it out," Ryan said.

Amelia persuaded, "No, I heard that it is going to get more if you pull the grey hair out."

Ryan laughed, "I'm over fifty years old. You thought I only have one gray hair, but...", his voice lowered, as if he was sharing a little secret, "I actually dye my hair a lot, because my hair went completely grey when I was thirty."

Hearing this, Amelia felt a little emotional and asked, "I came to the hospital to see you several times, but I didn't have a chance to meet your relatives. Are they very busy?"

Ryan was stunned. He said, "My wife, who you met last time, has been out of town in Northville lately, and I didn't call her to tell her about my situation because I didn't want her to worry. I have a son, he just got back from a business trip in the last couple of days, but he's not very close to me.

I've heard that if it was daughters, they would be attached to their family, but I only have one son, and he likes to travel around, so I didn't force him to come to the hospital taking care of me anymore, yeah... But when I'm getting older, I feel quite lonely sometimes."