Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 804 Regretful Trenton Gardner

It had been over thirty-six hours since Amber and Jared's phone call last night.

If Jared had been busy during the whole day without resting a bit, that would mean he didn't have some shut eyes for almost two days straight. No one could endure this.

However, worrying about him wouldn't help with the situation. It wouldn't work for her to tell Jared to stop working and get some rest now, would it? Rubbing her cheeks, Amber sighed. Seeing the cars in front of her finally starting to move, she quickly calmed herself down and started the engine. After going through the traffic, Amber's drive became more smooth. There weren't anything else to stop her except for those regular traffic lights. However, when she was arriving at about ten kilometers away from Kelsington Bay, she parked her car on the side of the road and walked toward an antique-looking store there.

It was a shop selling traditional cakes, being passed down from the last dynasty, with a history of over a hundred years. It was an attraction in Olkmore City.

Most importantly, this traditional pastry tasted great and there were many people visiting each day.

Even at this time, there were still many people in the store.

Amber pushed open the store door and went in. She went directly to the check-out counter, and said to the clerk, "Hi, do you still have those herbal cakes?" She asked with uncertainty.

Herbal cakes were one of the specials of this shop. But not everyone could get used to the unique bitter taste from the herbs, so there weren't as many people buying it. The shop only made a fixed number of them every day - there were only 100 portions available each day.

And Amber Reed was one of the few people who could accept these herbal cakes.

Moreover, not only could she accept them, but she had loved the taste of them ever since she was little.

And Amber's Dad used to joke about her strange taste for this.

However, as time went by, she grew to not have them as often as she did when she was a child - perhaps once in a while.

"Ma'am, fortunately, this is the last one." After Amber's question, the clerk immediately checked and replied with a smile.

Amber laughed, "I guess I am in luck today. Can you please wrap it up for me? Thanks."

"Yes, ma'am. One portion of herbal cake - please wait a moment." The clerk smiled at Amber, and then passed the cake to the packing staff in the back.

Packing took quite some time as there were many orders lining up in front.

Amber was not in a rush. She simply sat in one of the vacant seats on the side, waiting.

They offered free iced water on the small coffee table next to the empty seats.

After taking a glass of water, Amber Reed took out her phone while taking small sips and sent a message to Jared Farrell, "Are you finished with work, babe?"

Amber didn't expect Jared would get back to her so quickly though. As she was about to put away her phone, the screen lit up and there was the message from him, "It might still take a while, but soon. What's keeping you up, love?"

Amber put down the water glass, her red lips formed a lovely smile - her mood improved immediately, and her typing speed became faster, "I am not home yet, I am outside."

Jared Farrell, who had just come out of the Planning Department and was walking towards the office, saw this sentence, immediately stopped, and frowned.

Ben Channing, who was following behind him, almost hit him directly because of his sudden stop.

After finding the balance, Ben quickly took a step back, pushed his glasses that had slipped down a little, and said immediately, "Mr. Farrell, is everything okay?"

Jared ignored him and typed a message back to Amber, "Why are you doing outside at this time? Are you still at Goldstone Co.? Where are you, babe?"

Looking at these three consecutive questions, Amber knew that the man was worried that she hadn't gone home yet, so she replied with a smile, "I just went to LY Cemetery to visit my Dad but now I am back. Braylee Reed's trial is tomorrow, I had to tell my dad about this. But I'll be home soon, don't worry."

It turned out Amber was at LY Cemetery.

Jared's frown eased slightly.

For a moment, he thought Amber was out shopping and hadn't gone home.

Jared Farrell, with the worries lessened in his heart, sighed in relief, then lifted his feet and continued to walk forward.

Ben saw that Jared was back to normal, even though he wasn't sure what just happened there, he was relieved to see that Jared feeling better. Ben quickly followed him.

As Jared walked, he lowered his head and typed, "Head home early, okay? It's not safe outside."

Amber responded with a smile, "Okay, okay - I know you're busy, so I won't keep you from your work anymore. But I am worried about you having to drive home yourself after such a long day, can you ask Ben to drive you home instead?"

Feeling Amber's love and care, Jared's eyes were filled with tenderness. His Adam's apple slid slightly, and he replied, "Okay, babe."

After that, Amber put away her phone and stopped talking to him for now.

She was giving Jared enough time and space so he could finish all his work hopefully earlier.

Looking out the window, Amber took a sip of water, with a calm and gentle smile on her face that would make whoever that looked at it feel warm.

At the same time, the other door of the shop was pushed open, and there entered a couple of middle-aged man and woman.

They both had extraordinary temperament and were exquisite in dressing - from which you could tell at first glance that they were wealthy.

It was just that the man's face was pale and thin, his eyelids were dark, and one of his hands was still on his waist. At first glance, he looked like a seriously ill patient.

The woman next to him had been holding him as support. Her eyes were still a little red, from which you could tell that she just had cried, further confirming that the man was a patient.

"It's really getting late, why didn't we go home and get some rest, and instead we came here for some herbal cakes?" The woman, Mrs. Gardner, looked at Trenton Gardner beside her and gave him an angry look.

Trenton patted her hand that was holding his arm, and he squeezed a mild smile on his pale face, "But you love this, don't you?"

Mrs. Gardner's eyes widened lightly, "That was why you asked me out after work - because I like to eat this and you are buying it for me?"

"Of course!"Trenton nodded weakly, "I am not sure how long I would have before I kick the bucket. I was too busy with work in the past, throwing all myself into the Trident Group. And now that I am counting the days left, I have realized that I rarely was there for you. I owe you everything, Debbie."

"No." Mrs. Gardner's eyes were already red, but now they were even more so. Tears kept rolling in her eyes, and she kept on shaking her head, "No, baby. You don't owe me anything. Trent, you don't owe me anything."

Trenton Gardner just smiled, "I know deep down if I owe you."

In the past, Trenton was the reason why Makayla was taken away by Hugo, causing Debbie to lose her daughter just after giving birth and fall into madness.

Even though afterward they adopted Makenna, the small comfort it had brought couldn't seem to fix the pain. Trenton was well aware that their adopted daughter would never equal their birth one, she would not be the fulfillment for the lost piece of their hearts.

This was why he felt sorry for Debbie.

Besides, although he truly loved her in their marriage for decades, he had always devoted himself to the Trident Group and the Gardner family more than to her, and he was seldom around. She always liked to travel, and he had only left her tons of promises to their traveling plans - none of them really came true.

Now that he was getting old and at the end of his life, he started to look back in the past. He suddenly realized how much he had missed out and how terribly sorry he was now for his loving wife who had never left his side.

The more regretful he had felt, the more he hated himself for always giving Debbie false hope. And now, no matter how much he would like to fulfill those promises, there only seemed to be awfully limited time.000000☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐