Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 598

Amelia thought that it was okay for her to just stand there. However, the next second, she heard Jonathan said, "Please be seated."

"Alright." Considering that the seats were small, Amelia took a seat next to Jonathan.

After Amelia sat down, she took a check from the briefcase which was handed over by Jonathan. Then she gave it to the old lady with two hands. "Lady, I'm sorry about what happened to your son. It's all our Apex Construction Corporation's fault. We're willing to pay three times the labor contract's salary as compensation and for the mental damage. I hope you can accept this..."

When the old lady was about to take the check, the young woman suddenly said, "Mom, we can't take the money! If we take the money, they will ignore about the accident! Then my husband's death would never be justified!"

The old woman turned her head and sighed, "Then what do you want to do?"

"I'm going to sue them! I'm going to sue Apex Construction Corporation, a company that killed people. I will sue them so that they can no longer harm others!"

Amelia's hands which were holding the check trembled slightly.

The old lady shook her head and said, "Have you ever thought about if we don't accept this money, how are we able to solve our financial problem? Can you as a housewife pay for your father's treatment fees, the two children's tuition fee, and my pension expenses?"

The young woman froze immediately.

"I'll keep this check for you for the time being." After saying this, the old lady took the check from Amelia's palm and said something that made her heart ache, "With this money, at least our family will have something..."

Meanwhile, the old lady's two grandsons entered the living room after hearing the noise. Before she had time to say anything, the young woman holding the two kids in each hand. Then she kneeled close to them and talked something to their ears. "Keep an eye on her and remember her face. She is your father's murderer. You would never forget her face all your life!"

Amelia frowned and thought to herself, "How can a mother teach her kids to be hateful?"

When the two half-grown kids listened to their mother's words, they did not have the ability to tell right from wrong, so they glared at Amelia angrily.

One of them picked up a toy from the floor and threw it at Amelia.

"President Ramsay, are you alright?" Jonathan glanced sideways and saw that Amelia's red eyes were full of tears. He thought that she was hurt by the toys, but he did not expect that she was feeling sad for the family...

"I'm alright." She hid the sadness in her eyes. Amelia bent down, picked up the toy that fell on the floor that hit her. She got up and gave it to the elder boy. She asked softly, "Who bought you this toy?" The little boy turned his head away stubbornly. However, tears streamed down his face.

Amelia said softly, "It was your father who bought it right? Since it was bought by your father, you should cherish it more."

The boy didn't reply.

The next second, he grabbed the toy back and held it tightly in his arms.

"Now it's right." Amelia's eyes softened.

The boy turned and ran back to the room, as if he were blaming Amelia for talking too much. His younger brother kept calling and chasing after him... Amelia knew that the kids went back to their rooms to reminiscence their father.

Amelia looked back and said to Jonathan, "Let's go to the next family."

The first stop for the family visit could be considered successful for her. However, the following visits were not as smooth as she had expected.

As soon as Amelia introduced herself, some people immediately chased after her to beat her. Although Jonathan was strict, he always protected her at these time. When she thought about an old man in his fifties would protect her from being hit by punches and slaps, she felt emotional. It felt the same way like her father was suffering for her.

Sometimes the family members were too agitated and bullied them so much that Amelia had to throw the check and ran away with Jonathan.

In the car...

Amelia looked as if she had almost lost her life. She looked at Jonathan who was half dead as well.

With just one look, her eyes suddenly widened. "Uncle Tucker, where did your hair go?"

Jonathan rubbed his own bald head and said sulkily, "Someone tore off my wig when we were on the way!"

When Amelia heard this, she was so surprised that she almost bit off her tongue. "Wig!"

Jonathan rolled his eyes at her. "Yes. What's the fuss about? It's normal for me to get bald since I'm old, right? And am I not allowed to wear a wig?"

Amelia was afraid of offending him. So she waved her hands and said, "No. It's just that your wig quality is so good that I can't tell it's fake!"

Jonathan's eyes were brimming with tears. "It's because of this reason that my heart ached. Where am I going to buy such a good wig again? If I return to the company like this, Kaleb will definitely have an opportunity to laugh at me!"

Amelia had never seen Jonathan so sad before. She suggested, "Why don't we go to the wig shop on the next stop?"

Jonathan collapsed on the leather chair and asked, "Aren't you tired?"

Amelia replied, "I'm fine."

Jonathan asked again, "Does your body hurt?"

It hurt!

A moment earlier, when Amelia entered the victim family's door, she was hit by the family member who was hiding behind the door with a stick. Her back was burning in pain. The car cushion looked comfortable but she dared not to lean on it.

However, when she thought of how Jonathan had been protecting her, she endured the pain and said, "It doesn't hurt, I can still hold on."

Jonathan did not say anything else and asked the driver to send them to the wig shop.

As the night fell, Amelia dragged her injured and tired body back to the Land of Fragrance.

Huxton and Dr. Scarlett saw that she was getting more exhausted and haggard day by day but they could only felt worry for her. They thought that if only Patrick were here, that would be great.

At the dining table, Dr. Scarlett found that there were a few faint red marks on Amelia's left face under the chandelier light. There was also a gash on the corners of her mouth. Her waist was always straight but her posture seemed uncomfortable no matter how Dr. Scarlett looked at it.

Dr. Scarlett took a bottle of fruit juice from the refrigerator and said, "Here. Drink this. I just squeezed the oranges in the afternoon, it's fresh."

"Thank you." After receiving the orange juice, Amelia took a sip of it.

The pain on Amelia's face and the injured corner of her lips were frozen by the cold drink. She felt as if she had become numb and she was no longer feeling any pain.

Dr. Scarlett stood there and looked down at Amelia's scalp that had been pulled out of her head. She asked sadly, "Those mobs are so cruel, why don't you call the police?"

Amelia said slowly, "Call the police? Do you think the police will arrest them or me? Forget about it... Those victims' family members just wanted to vent their anger, so we don't have to heighten the case."