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
Amelia's eyes fluttered open as the morning sunlight gently filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on her face. She yawned and stretched, feeling refreshed after a restful night's sleep. As she blinked away the remnants of sleep, a sudden ring at the door jolted her awake."Who the hell is that this early in the morning?" Amelia muttered, still groggy from sleep. She slowly rose from her bed, her feet padding softly on the carpeted floor as she made her way downstairs. The house was quiet, and little Violet had slept peacefully beside her through the night.Downstairs in the kitchen, Amelia's mother, Mrs. Tate, was humming to herself as she prepared breakfast. Amelia approached her, rubbing her eyes."Mom, are you expecting anyone?" Amelia asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.Mrs. Tate turned around, a spatula in her hand, and shook her head. "No, dear, not that I know of. Who could it be?"Amelia shrugged, a hint of bewilderment on her face. "I don't know. I'll go ch
Amelia felt a pang of sadness in her chest, but she quickly composed herself, trying to hide her emotions. She reached out and collected the papers from Andrew's hands, avoiding his gaze. "Thank you," she stammered softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Goodbye, Andrew."But before Amelia could turn away, Andrew interjected. "Wait, there's one more thing," he said, his eyes flickering. "I want to see Violet. I brought something for her."Amelia hesitated, caught off guard by Andrew's request. "She's sleeping, Andrew," she replied, her voice filled with uncertainty. "I don't know if it's a good idea..."Andrew interrupted, his voice gentle yet persuasive. "I can come in," he offered softly. "I'll be quiet. Just a few moments with my daughter before you all leave for Spain."Amelia pondered for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. Eventually, she took a deep breath and made a decision. "Okay," she conceded, her voice laced with a mix of caution and empathy. "Come with me."She led