Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 803 Apologize to Dad

If Sheila had pushed Cole away that day, even though Cole still wouldn't accept her, at least he wouldn't hate her.

Now it was all too late - it was too late to regret it after such a long time.

But she got pregnant!

Sheila clenched her palms tightly, feeling a little overwhelmed.

It stood to reason that from the moment she was confirmed to be pregnant, she considered getting an abortion to make a complete break with what had happened that day.

After all, there was no way Cole would be with her, let alone taking in the baby.

However, Sheila's feelings for Cole made her feel uneasy, and she was reluctant to abort the child.

She knew deep down that an abortion seemed to be the best option, both for her and for the baby, otherwise, it was unfair to the baby growing up without a dad. And it was selfish action because she had a baby against his will.

But emotionally, she really couldn't do it.

And now it had been over two months, she still couldn't make up her mind yet.

She didn't know what to do anymore.

"Ms. Sheila?" Amber reached out her hand and waved twice in front of her.

Sheila's eyes flashed. She then came back to her senses, and asked with trembling lips, "Is everything okay, Ms. Amber?"

"I should be asking you - is everything alright, Sheila? I see you were in a daze, and your face is very pale. Did I just..."

"No, no." Sheila waved her hand immediately, "Ms. Amber, it's not you. It's just because some random thoughts stuck in my mind, and I am feeling a bit overwhelmed... Ms. Amber, can I ask for a few days' leave?"

Amber looked at her, "A sudden leave?"

"Yes, if that's okay." Sheila lowered her eyelids, "There is something important going on. I would like to take a good rest, calm my thoughts, and decide on how to deal with it." "May I know what's going on?" Amber asked.

Sheila pursed her lips and didn't answer.

Seeing this, Amber sighed helplessly, "Okay, I won't push it if you don't want to talk. Take a few days off and get some good rest. Take all the time you need, okay?" "Thank you, Ms. Amber." Sheila breathed a sigh of relief, then bowed to Amber and said goodbye.

Amber looked at her, "Sheila, what happened just now..."

Sheila paused, then turned her head and smiled at Amber, "Ms. Amber, I am not bothered by what happened just now. Please don't worry about it. I am okay." "Anyway, my sincere apologies." Amber smiled.

It was not out of bad intentions, but what Amber had done did upset Sheila.

For this, Amber was duty-bound and should apologize for her actions.

Otherwise, she would feel uneasy.

Sheila also read Amber's guilt, so she nodded with a smile, "Okay, I accept your apology, Ms. Amber, don't blame yourself." "Thank you." Amber responded.

Sheila waved her hand, continued to walk towards the door with her feet raised, and soon walked out of the office without a trace. Amber leaned back in his chair, rubbed her temples lightly, and sighed inside her heart.

It seemed that in the future, she should stop being a match-maker.

If it happened again like this time that the match didn't work out, and instead embarrassing either party, it would also be her fault.

Without thinking much, Amber put her hands down, sat up straight, and continued with her work.

In the afternoon, just before getting off work, she received a message from Mrs. Lyon.

Mrs. Lyon invited her and Jared Farrell to the Lyon Residence for dinner three days later. She emphasized that Amber should bring Jared.

So Cole got it right - his mom did want to talk to Jared.

"Ms. Amber." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Amber Reed looked up at the door, and it was Sheila's assistant.

Sheila had asked for a leave to go home, so her work duties were now temporarily taken over by her assistant.

Amber Reed snapped down her phone and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Ms. Amber, the police called Ms. Sheila's landline just now, saying that Ms. Braylee's trial will be tomorrow, please don't forget to attend." The assistant put her hand down from the door. Amber was stunned at first, and then she remembered that Braylee had been locked up in the police station for quite a few days now - it was time she should have the trial.

And Amber, as the plaintiff, must attend.

Nodding, Amber smiled at the assistant, "Thank you."

"No problem, and if there isn't anything you'd need my help with at the moment, I would be on my way out." The assistant nodded slightly toward her.

Amber, "Go ahead."

So the assistant closed the door behind her and turned to go out.

It didn't bother Amber too much though.

Braylee's trial was doomed, if it wasn't tomorrow, it'd be the day after tomorrow - Amber would have to attend either way.

So hearing about this reminder wouldn't cause Amber to worry. Braylee Reed was going to be put behind bars anyway.

Speaking of which, besides the reputation blemishes caused when dealing with the Gardner family, Amber's father never had had other major blemishes than Braylee Reed and her mother Beatrice Sitwell. Thinking of Beatrice Sitwell...

Amber Reed narrowed her eyes and tapped her finger on the desk twice, making a "dab-dab" sound, which was unusually crisp in the large and quiet office.

This woman, Beatrice Sitwell, was now serving her sentence abroad and couldn't return to the country, so Amber couldn't deal with her properly no matter how much she would love to.

Amber could only wait until Beatrice finish serving her sentence before she could ask Jared to help arrange Beatrice's extradite back home.

Rubbing her temples, Amber suppressed the hatred in her heart, got up and walked into the bathroom.

After washing her face with cold water, Amber's anger against Beatrice and Braylee was finally pressed down.

Afterward, she went back to her desk, picked up her phone and looked at it - it was almost time, so she went ahead to pack her things and got off work.

However, after Amber Reed left Goldstone Co., she did not drive directly back to Kelsington Bay, but in the opposite direction of it.

She thought she would go to the LY Cemetery to visit her Dad, and tell him about the Braylee Reed trial tomorrow.

In any case, Braylee Reed was always the biological daughter of her father's blood. This was a fact that no one could deny.

So her Dad, who had the right to know about this, should know.

Moreover, she also wanted to say sorry to her father.

Although the fact was it was Braylee Reed who took the initiative to provoke Amber, it was true that Amber was the one who sent Braylee to prison.

Braylee Reed was her father's biological daughter, and Amber was the adopted one. Even if her father loved her very much, nothing was going to change her father's love to Braylee. Amber should apologize for sending her father's birth daughter behind bars.

Amber drove all the way. She finally made it to LY Cemetery before dark. She bought a bunch of flowers before going in.

She entered and didn't come out until two hours later.

When she came out, it was almost nine o'clock.

Amber's eyes were a little red.

She came to the front of the car, looked up at the sky slightly, raised her hand to wipe the corner of her eyes, and then opened the car door to get in, ready to drive back.

By the time she got back to the city center, it was already ten.

Amber hadn't eaten anything yet, and now her stomach was rumbling with hunger. And the traffic jam she encountered now only made it worse. If it went on like this, she wasn't sure when she could make it back to Kelsington Bay.

Perhaps by the time she got back, Jared had already made it home.

Thinking so, Amber took her hands off the steering wheel, took her phone from the co-pilot seat to check the messages.

The phone screen was clean, with no missed calls or unread messages.

So, Jared Farrell hadn't finished work either.

And that he hadn't finished work by now only made Amber's worries even worse.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐