Andrew yearned to feel the warmth of his daughter in his arms, to reconnect with the bond he had unknowingly severed.Amelia, her eyes filled with tears that she could no longer hold back, tried to look away, attempting to shield herself from the pain. Liam, standing beside Amelia, watched the scene unfold, his own heart torn between love and acceptance. He understood that Amelia did not love him as deeply as she loved Andrew, yet he couldn't help but hold onto a glimmer of denial. Love, undeniable and true, hung in the air between Amelia and Andrew, impossible to ignore.Tears cascaded down Amelia's cheeks. "No," she replied, her voice trembling but resolute. "You're not holding her."Andrew took a deep breath, the weight of Amelia's words crashing down upon him. He locked eyes with Amelia, then slowly walked away.Liam gently held Amelia by the arm, providing a comforting presence as they watched Andrew walk away from the hospital room. Tears streamed down Amelia's face, a mixtu
The sight of such luxury for a simple taxi ride seemed out of place.Amelia's gaze remained fixed on the car, her mind racing to comprehend the unexpected arrival. Something struck her instantly, a realization that seemed almost impossible. She leaned in closer to the window, seeking a clearer view.Then, the truth dawned upon her, and her heart skipped a beat. "Oh no," she whispered, a mixture of shock and apprehension in her voice. Liam turned to her, sensing her unease, and asked, "What is it?"Amelia hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with a mix of emotions. Could it be what she was thinking? The idea seemed unfathomable. She met Liam's gaze and gently nodded her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "No, I didn't order any... I only know one person who owns this," she confessed, her eyes shifting back to the luxurious car parked outside.Her heart raced as she looked back at Liam, her voice trembling. "Andrew Reynolds," she uttered, the weight of those words hanging heavi
Liam's response carried a hint of bitterness and hurt. "Wow... Is this part of your so-called closure too?" he asked, his tone laced with frustration. "Or are you still in love with Andrew and can't get over him?"Natalie swiftly intervened, her voice firm. "Liam!" she admonished, her tone holding a mix of disappointment and reproach.Amelia, feeling the weight of Liam's words, looked at him with hurt in her eyes. Without saying a word, she carried her bags, holding Violet close, and made her way towards the exit of Liam's house. She stepped outside, her gaze fixed on Andrew, who stood before her. The air hung heavy with unspoken emotions as they locked eyes. Neither of them uttered a word, their silence conveying a depth of understanding and unresolved feelings.Amelia began walking towards Andrew, her heart racing in her chest. As she reached him, she took a deep breath and gently handed over Violet, their daughter, to him. Andrew's heart melted as he cradled his daughter in his a
Amelia halted in her tracks, her back still turned to him. Her heart ached, torn between her love for him and the pain he had caused her.Andrew continued to pour out his heart, his words a desperate attempt to bridge the divide between them. "I love you, Amelia, and I'm willing to make things right," he confessed, baring his soul to her.Struggling to compose herself, Amelia managed to hide her emotions, keeping her gaze fixed on Violet. Tears silently trickled down her cheeks as she gathered her strength to respond. Her voice, filled with pain."It's too late, Andrew Reynolds," she said, her voice quavering, and her words carrying a finality that left little room for reconciliation.Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she turned away from him and made her way towards her doorstep, leaving Andrew standing there.Amelia stood at the doorstep, her heart heavy with emotions, as she heard the sound of Andrew's car engine starting and fading away into the distance. Taking a deep brea
Andrew arrived at his mansion after he dropped Amelia off. He took a deep breath as he steadied himself, then came down from his Rolls Royce.Tony sighted him from afar and approached him. He said, " Good morning boss, you left early."Andrew cleared his throat, his mind still on Amelia and little Violet. He said, "I had somewhere important to be." He threw his keys at Tony as he walked inside.Immediately he got inside, Nanny Grace ran up to him, she said, "good morning Andrew, there's a package for you." Andrew sighed, he knew exactly what it was. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't know when he muttered out, he said, "that should be from Amelia."Nanny Grace who still stood beside him, heard what he said, she looked confused as she said, "Amelia? No Andrew, it's a white envelope, I'm sure it's business.""No nana," Andrew said, with a mixture of sadness and hurt written all over his face. He continued, "it's a divorce letter."Nanny Grace stood there looking shocked. She was confused.
Mr. Tate stood there, a mixture of shock, guilt, and regret washing over him like a tidal wave. The weight of his actions and the pain he had unknowingly caused his daughter crashed down upon him. For the first time, he truly saw the depth of Amelia's suffering and realized the extent of his own failures as a father.His anger dissipated, leaving behind a profound sadness. He reached out a trembling hand towards Amelia, his voice barely above a whisper. "Amelia... I... I didn't know. I didn't understand. I'm so sorry." His words hung in the air, filled with the weight of remorse and a glimmer of hope for reconciliation.Amelia's voice trembled with tears as she spoke, her emotions raw and palpable. "It... it's too late, Dad. I'm leaving," she managed to say, her voice choked with sadness.Mr. Tate's face crumpled with regret, his voice filled with remorse. "I've been selfish, Amelia. I let my greed get in the way, and I'm sorry," he confessed, his words heavy with the weight of his
Andrew stood firm at the entrance of the office, his eyes fixed on the doctor. His voice remained unwavering as he said. "Tell your patient to leave this instant."Dr. Rio, his composure shaken, tried to defuse the situation. "We're almost done, Mr. Reynolds. Maybe you could wait..."Andrew's impatience grew evident as he scoffed at the suggestion. He needed an answer and he was going to get in instantly. He said, "why did you tell me I was impotent?"Dr. Rio staggered instantly as he realized the seriousness of the situation. He turned to his patient, his voice trembling with discomfort. "Uhm... Please excuse us."The patient, bewildered by the sudden turn of events, attempted to protest. "But..."Dr. Rio's frustration turned into panic. He raised his voice, his discomfort evident. "Kindly excuse us!" he shouted, startling both his patient and Andrew.Reluctantly, the patient stood up and left the office, leaving Andrew and Dr. Rio alone. Andrew observed the doctor's uneasy demeanor,
Andrew stormed out of Dr. Phil's office, his mind consumed by different emotions. He marched straight to his car, his steps heavy with anger and confusion. Tony sighted him and quickly opened the door for him, sensing the intensity radiating from Andrew.Once inside the car, Tony glanced at Andrew through the front mirror, with concern etched on his face. He couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay, boss? Where are we going now?"Andrew's mind was still in turmoil, but then his phone rang, jolting him out of his thoughts. He retrieved it from his pocket and glanced at the caller ID. It was Nanny Grace. He answered the call and greeted her, "Hello, Nana."Nanny Grace's voice came through urgently, "Detective Stone just got here, he's waiting for you."Andrew's brows furrowed in response. "Thanks," he replied curtly before ending the call. He turned to Tony, who was attentively watching him through the front mirror, and said, "We're going back to the mansion."As Tony started the car and