Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)
Chapter 619

As Amelia had said, he was indeed a total brute in front of her.

Patrick lit a cigarette in irritation. This was why he was in such a hurry to find Dr. Scarlett. He was afraid Amelia would fall sick after his torment like last time and could not get out of bed again.

On the other side, Huxton led Dr. Scarlett to a quiet corner. He bowed his head and said to the sullen woman, "I only did that because I had no choice. If sir finds out that it was madam who ask you leave, she'l be doomed."

Dr. Scarlett was not pleased to hearthat. "Oh, but have you considered that I'll be doomed too?"

Huxton's expression shifted slightly. "You'll lose your job at most, but madam will have to pay a tenfold price or even a hundredfold!"

Dr. Scarlett did not wholly believe him. "Is it that serious? They're married, you know!"

Huxton bit his lips and said, "Why else do you think sir wants a family doctor? He's always wanted a child, but madam doesn't want you to come recently anymore. Don't you understand what this means?" Something clicked in Dr. Scarlett's brain!

Dr. Scarlett had a revelation and exclaimed, "I remember now! Ms. Amelia told me that she doesn't want child for the time being!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down!" Huxton glared at her and gestured, "Be careful, walls have ears."

walls have ears Scarlett indicated 'OK' and lowered her voice into a whisper, "I'll be quiet then. There's no need to be so fierce."

Huxton returned to his normal composure and added faintly, "Go to Mrs. Hopper room and take a look at her. She may not be in a good condition right now."

walls have ears Scarlett was dismayed. "What happened to her?"

Huxton's face bloomed red at the thought of something. He replied evasively, "Don't ask. You'll know once you take a look at her."

"What the hell is going on?" walls have ears Scarlett was dissatisfied with his answer but still obeyed his instructions and began to make her way to Amelia's bedroom. Huxton, who stayed where he was, slowly let out a sigh of relief. He raised his hand and fumbled at his ear, a trace of embarrassment lingering on his face.

Upon a closer look, one would find that there was a small receiver in his ear canal.

Huxton had been using it to receive information about what was happening around Amelia every day.

Naturally, he had heard the entire escalation of the dispute between Patrick and Amelia in the bedroom.

The moment when Patrick lost his mind, Huxton had an impulse to rush into the bedroom, but then he remembered that he should be on his master's side and that he was not in the position to take a stand for Amelia.

All he could do was stay in the living room quietly and listen to his master as he said words that crossed the limit and did things that went out of line to Amelia. Finally, when he could not bear to listen any more. he turned the receiver off.

After Patrick emerged from Amelia's bedroom in a gloomy demeanor, only then Huxton turned the receiver on again.

But as soon as he switched it on, he was shocked stunned. The sound of the woman's sobbing kept coming through from the other end.

Huxton felt repressed all of a sudden. He remembered that Amelia did not even shed a tear when she took the pensions to families of the deceased, even when she was chased and beaten.

In addition to being repressed, he also felt guilt on his conscience.

If...

If he had rushed into the bedroom to help her, even if he had simply pleaded to Patrick on her behalf, he would not feel as awful as he was at this moment.

Unfortunately, there was no 'ifs' in this world.

In the secondary bedroom.

Finding the door was unlocked, Dr. Scarlett carefully pushed the door and called out gingerly, "Hello! Can I come in?"

Amelia heard movement outside the door turned from dismal to startled at first, then she quickly rubbed her eyes, raised her face from being buried in the pillow, and asked back, "Dr. Scarlett, when did you come by?"

Dr. Scarlett could not help frowning at the nasal aftermath of Amelia's cries in her voice and glanced at the mess all over the ground. "What happened here?"

"Come in, and we'll talk." Amelia sat up, holding the blanket around her. Dr. Scarlett was immediately aghast at the sight of her pale appearance contrasting with the appalling trail of hickeys on her collarbone. "My goodness, did he force you to do it?"

Amelia pursed her already smitten lips. Then, detaching herself from her situation, Amelia said in an oddly calm way, "Dr. Scarlett, please help me take a new set of clothes from the wardrobe. I want to take a shower."

"Okay!" Dr. Scarlett went to the cabinet right away. When she pulled the cabinet door open, she cursed to herself in a low voice, "D*mn it! Is he even humane?"

Turning back around, Dr. Scarlett passed a set of soft pajamas onto Amelia's bed and inquired, "Do you need my help? I've studied nursing care."

To which Amelia only replied softly but firmly, "No, I can do it myself."

Dr. Scarlett took a deep look at her and said, "Okay. I'll be right outside. Tell me if you need anything."

"Thank you." Amelia flashed her an empty smile.

Dr. Scarlett left the secondary bedroom as Amelia cleaned herself up. She then peered from the corridor to find Patrick still sitting in his previous position, browsing through the magazine leisurely.

Dr. Scarlett was unhappy by what transpired and put her fingers together into a finger gun. She then squinted her eyes, raised the gun to aim at Patrick's head, and coolly pulled the trigger.

Bang! Bang!

Miming the sound with her mouth in silence, Dr. Scarlett was pleased to 'blow' Patrick's head apart, as if she was helping Amelia to vent out her anger for her.

Just as she was immersed in shooting her target at her imaginative shooting range, Patrick suddenly turned around and caught her in action with his cold eyes. Dr. Scarlett's finger gun stiffened in midair.

Patrick merely continued to stare at her, not saying a word nor moving an inch.

Scarlett gave him an awkward smile. Then, she aimed the 'muzzle' of the gun at her temple and 'committed suicide'.

Only then that Patrick removed his attention away from her in satisfaction.

"Gosh!"

Dr. Scarlett, who had just escaped from death, was so horrified that she stumbled to the ground!

Time passed.

The bedroom door opened, and Amelia found Dr. Scarlett leaning against the corridor, looking as if she was paralyzed. She called out softly, "Dr. Scarlett?"

Dr. Scarlett gave a confused, "Huh?" Then, she replied, "What happened?"

Amelia chuckled and said, "I should be the one

asking what happened, right?"

Dr. Scarlett whined to Amelia, "You don't ask! When you weren't around just now..."

After she blabbered on about her boldness, Amelia cackled up.

"Wow, I did that to avenge you. How dare you laugh at me!" Dr. Scarlett pretended to be angry and whipped her head away.

"Well, I won't laugh." Although she said so, the curvature of Amelia's eyes remained lifted.

Dr. Scarlett waved her hands and said, "Forget it. Since you're feeling better now, it was worth it."

At the sound of this, Amelia's eyes melted, and she said from the bottom of her heart, "Thanks to you, I'm in a much better mood now. But you better don't this kind of thing again. I don't know if Patrick has a gun or not, but there's a real one bolstered around Huxton's waist."