Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 369

Amelia asked with a concerned tone, "What's your mother's name?"

Jessica's voice suddenly cooled down. "Her surname is Bland. She's a shrink."

Amelia knitted her beautiful brows immediately at that. Sometimes life just liked to play this kind of joke that one could never be amused!

"What kind of person is she?" Calming herself down, Amelia kept asking.

Without a second thought, Jessica blurt out, "She? She's just a b*tch!"

Other than being silent, Amelia wasn't sure what else she could do.

Jessica emphasized, "You didn't get it wrong. She's a b*tch to me! You must have wondered why I never came home all these years in college and at work. That's because of my mother! She makes me feel ashamed!"

Amelia had never heard her friend being so emotional. At the mention of the subject, Jessica spoke openly herself, "When I was a freshman, my father was diagnosed with bowel cancer. Do you know what my mother did? One day, I skipped

school to go home, only to find that she was pressed against the sofa by a man, leaving him to do whatever he wanted to her. I beat that man away with a chair, but my mother slapped me on the face and said I ruined her plan! Ah, isn't it a shame to have such a mother?"

Amelia swallowed hard. "She doesn't look like such a kind of woman..."

Jessica blanked for few seconds before she asked doubtfully, "Amelia, what do you mean by that? Have you seen my mom?"

"You misheard me. I was saying that I didn't expect your mother to be such a kind of woman!" Amelia explained in time.

"Oh, okay..." said Jessica.

Amelia wiped off a drop of sweat gratefully when Jessica did not ask more. "Jessica, do you hate her?"

Jessica said with a grudge, "More than that, I hate her guts! I swear I'll never see her again in my life!"

Amelia secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She had her own concerns. If Jessica got involved because of Jocelyn, should Amelia side with her husband or her friend?

Hearing that Jessica didn't care about Jocelyn anymore, she thought there was nothing to worry about. From Jessica's comment, maybe Jocelyn wasn't as decent as she appeared to be.

After preparing herself, Amelia asked Jessica about Sierra before they said goodnight to each other.

There was a knock on the door.

Hearing the knocking, Amelia put down her cell phone and got out of bed to open the door.

Seeing a beautiful figure pressing towards her, Amelia was caught off guard and instinctively reached out to support the other lady. "Amelia..." Florence pursed her lips and said to Amelia, "From tomorrow onward, I don't have to serve that a*shole Hobart anymore."

"He has recovered?" Amelia asked.

Florence nodded weakly.

Amelia was amused, "Isn't that good?"

Florence looked sad. "It is. But deep down, I don't want to part with that a*shole—"

Amelia was surprised. Florence's words were a little intriguing. "Florence, you don't have a crush on him, do you?"

Florence rolled her eyes. "Amelia, would you ask me until I finish my sentence? I don't want to part with

his mother!"

"Mrs. Smith?" At the thought of her unpredictable behaviors, Amelia had a mixed feeling.

"You have no idea that during the days I was in the hospital, not only Mrs. Smith did not hold a grudge against me, she even cooked a lot of delicious food for me. I've put on weight. Pinch my face if you don't believe me."

Of course, Amelia wasn't going to pinch her face. "Don't you think it's difficult to communicate with Mrs. Smith?"

"Not at all. She's so funny, much funnier than our mother. But I'm afraid that I won't see her again." Florence pointed her fingers regretfully, probably thinking of the food that she could no longer enjoy. The next day, at Roxxon Corporation.

Amelia looked at the time and found that it was almost half-past five. She began to get excited. She was going to celebrate Patrick's birthday at twelve o'clock tonight. Apart from the cake, should she prepare something else?

While she was pondering, her phone rang suddenly. She picked it up in a hurry and said, "Oh, hello, this is Amelia Ramsay."

"Huh, Miss Ramsay." "Mr. Smith, you've been discharged from the hospital?" Even though she had heard about it from Florence, she still asked out of politeness.

Hobart said, in a good mood, "Yes, I just left the hospital yesterday. I'm working now."

Amelia wasn't going to chat with him. "Well, you are working, so am I. That's it. See you."

Hobart chuckled. "Miss Ramsay, you don't have to hang up so quickly. I'm calling you for business's sake."

"Business?"

"Yeah, you haven't forgotten that Mills and Roxxon are still working together, have you?"

Amelia was at a loss for word for a short while. "I... Of course, I remember."

In fact, she almost forgot.

Hobart continued, "Here's the thing. I haven't had a chance to learn about Mills' sales while I was in the hospital. Would you bring the sales report to me? I want it now." Amelia was flustered, "Now?"

Hobart gave a soft "hmm" before he asked, "Is there a problem? Isn't this responsibility of your sales department?"

That being said, with so many things that had happened recently, Amelia was indeed a little too busy. "Mr. Smith, please give me two more days, oh no, one day! Tomorrow, before getting off work, I will finish the sales report and send it to your email. Is that okay?"

"Don't take it for granted that you can bargain with me because we are closer privately! I want the sale report now. It's up to you!"

Amelia had to admit that Hobart was very scary when he got into a fit. Amelia's heart was thumping out of shock.

"Mr. Smith, please let me go today. I do have something important to do," she said with a sigh.

"How can your business be more important than mine? Hurry up, all the senior managers of Mills are waiting to hold the annual meeting with your report!" Hobart refused to back down. Amelia was so upset that she almost wanted to hit her head against the wall. She had been responsible for Mills' skincare products. Even if she asked Doris for help, Doris might be confused.

Looking at the clock that showed it was almost six o'clock, Amelia comforted herself that there were still six hours left before twelve. Anyway, she could finish the sales report before twelve o'clock. After making up her mind, Amelia picked up her small-size portable laptop and rose from her seat to go to Roxxon.

Having carefully recorded bills provided by the sales unit and read the questionnaires

of clients' feedback, Amelia held on to every second and typed so fast on the laptop.

But sometimes haste made waste. She had to proofread while typing, which took her a lot of time.