Amelia stepped out of the car and took a deep breath, feeling the cool night air fill her lungs. She felt relieved after talking to Perry and going out to clear her head. The pressure of living in Andrew's mansion was suffocating her, and she needed some time to herself.She made her way up the marble steps and through the grand entrance. As she walked through the familiar halls of the mansion, she hesitated for a moment, dreading the thought of going back inside. She knew what was waiting for her: Andrew's stern face.She took a deep breath before opening the door to Andrew's room. As she stepped inside, her eyes were drawn to Andrew, who sat in his wheelchair, his piercing gaze fixed upon her."Why did it take you so long to return?" Andrew asked, his voice cold and accusing.Amelia swallowed hard. "I lost track of time.""Did you go somewhere else before Perry's house?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.Amelia felt her discomfort growing as Andrew continued to question her. She shifted
Amelia stood in Andrew's room, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. She could feel Andrew's piercing gaze on her, and her heart was pounding in her chest.Andrew studied her for a long moment, his eyes cold and hard. "How did you know it belonged to Henry?" he demanded.Amelia could feel her face turning red with embarrassment. She knew that Andrew was onto her, and she had to come up with a better excuse. "I... I didn't know it was his," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.She had given that bracelet to Henry months ago, back when they were still together. How had it ended up here, in Andrew's room?Amelia's mind raced. She couldn't tell Andrew the truth about the bracelet, not when it would only make him angrier. "I... I saw it on him once," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I recognized it.""Are you sure?" Andrew asked as he looked at her directly. His voice was firm.Amelia bit her lip, feeling a sense of panic rising in her chest. "I don't k
Henry and Amelia hesitated outside of Andrew's bedroom door, taking a deep breath, before Henry rapped his knuckles against the wood. The door swung open with a creak, revealing Andrew sitting on his wheelchair with his eyes blazing.They exchanged a look of confusion as they stepped into Andrew's room. The air was thick with tension, and Andrew's face was twisted with anger."Murderer," Andrew hissed, the word biting through the air like a venomous snake.Henry felt the weight of the accusation settle heavily on his shoulders."Murder? What are you talking about, Andrew?" Henry asked, his voice laced with concern.Andrew looked up at Henry, his eyes blazing with accusation. "Don't play dumb, Henry. You know what you did."Amelia stood in the middle of Andrew's room, her eyes darting between Andrew and Henry. Confusion etched across her face as she struggled to make sense of the situation."What are you talking about, Andrew?" she asked, her voice quivering with uncertainty.Andrew's
Amelia walked out of the room, leaving Andrew and Henry. She could feel the hurt and confusion swirling inside her. As she made her way down the hallway, she could hear Andrew and Henry's voices growing fainter behind her. She tried to shake off the feelings of anger and betrayal that were welling up inside her, but they clung to her like a heavy weight.How could Andrew treat her like that? She was only in this marriage because of her father."Listen to me, Andrew," Henry said, his voice low and urgent. "You need to tell Detective Stone to look deeper. I have nothing to do with your accident."Henry couldn't stand to be in that room with Andrew any longer. The tension was suffocating, and he needed to get out before he lost his temper.He followed Amelia out of the room, his heart heavy with worry. She was upset, he could tell, and he hated to see her that way."Amelia," he called out as he caught up to her in the kitchen. "Are you okay?"She turned to face him, her eyes red-rimmed
"Amelia? Are you okay?"She turned to see Alexander standing in the doorway, concern etched on his face. His piercing blue eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of distress.Amelia's heart raced as she tried to compose herself. "I-I'm fine," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.Alexander raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Are you sure? You seem a little off."Amelia shook her head, forcing a smile. "It's nothing, really. Just lost in thought, I guess."Alexander studied her for a moment longer before nodding. "Okay. Well, I actually came to see Andrew. I have some documents to give him now that he's awake."Amelia felt a wave of relief wash over her. "Oh, of course. He's upstairs, if you want to go see him.""Thanks," Alexander said with a smile. "How has he been doing?""He's doing okay, I guess. He's just been... there, you know? Sometimes I don't just understand him."Alexander nodded sympathetically. "It must be tough. But you'll get used to it."Before Amelia
Nanny Grace placed a comforting hand on Amelia's shoulder, her touch warm and reassuring. "I know, my dear," she said. "But sometimes, a small gesture of kindness can go a long way. And I think Andrew could use a little kindness right now."Amelia hesitated, her mind racing as she considered her options. She knew that Nanny Grace was right, that Andrew would appreciate the tea and that it might help to ease the tension between them. But the thought of facing him now, after the way he had spoken to her earlier, made her feel sick to her stomach.Amelia nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "Fiiine," she said, "I'll take the tea up to him."As she made her way up the stairs, Amelia couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. She knew that Andrew was proud, and she wasn't sure how he would react to her presence. But she pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the soothing aroma of the tea and the warmth of the cup in her hands.As she reached the top of the stairs
Andrew's words made Amelia shiver through her spine like she was walking on ice. The intensity of his gaze and the commanding tone of his voice had caught her off guard, but at the same time, it had made her heart race with anticipation.She took a deep breath, feeling her heart racing as she tried to bring the words out of her mouth. "I...I have my eyes only on you, Andrew," she said, her voice shaky. Andrew looked at Amelia with a small smile on his lips, his eyes searching hers. "Do you believe yourself?" he asked.Amelia furrowed her brows, unsure of what he meant. "Believe myself?" she repeated.Andrew nodded, his expression serious. "Do you believe what you just said?" he asked. "That you only have eyes for me?"Amelia's thoughts were racing as she stood there looking at Andrew. She couldn't help but feel frustrated and confused by his behavior."Why are you doing this, Andrew?" she asked, her voice tinged with frustration. "I don't understand you. Will I ever be able to pleas
Amelia stood outside the airport, her breath fogging up in the cool morning air. She wrapped her coat tighter around her body, her nerves jangling inside her. Andrew was beside her, sitting in his wheelchair, flanked by one of his bodyguards who pushed him forward. She kept her eyes fixed on the private jet parked at the tarmac.Despite the early hour, the airport was bustling with activity, and Amelia felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach. She had never been on a private jet before.As they made their way towards the jet, Andrew's bodyguard kept up a steady pace, and Amelia had to jog to keep up. She could feel the cool morning air on her face, and she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.Once they reached the jet, Andrew's bodyguard helped him board, and Amelia followed close behind. As she stepped inside, she was struck by the luxurious interior of the plane. Plush leather seats lined the cabin, and the soft hum of the engines filled the air.Andrew settled into his sea
Amelia stood there, tears of joy streaming down her face, listening to Andrew's words of love and reminiscences of their past. Andrew said, "the first time I asked you to be my wife, it was arranged, you never wanted to. You agreed because you had no choice. I only granted you the divorce because I wanted to start afresh with you."She couldn't help but laugh at his playful remark about the first proposal. "Or you had no choice either," she jokingly replied, sharing a lighthearted moment with him.With a smile, Andrew continued, expressing his true feelings, "Now I'm asking you again, out of your will. Amelia Tate, can you do me the honors of becoming my wife?" Overwhelmed with happiness, Amelia screamed, "Yes, yes, yes!!!" The excitement spread through everyone present as they joined in the joyous moment.In a rush of emotions, Amelia ran to hug Andrew, and amidst the laughter, Perry playfully yelled, "Collect the ring first!" The laughter continued as Andrew gently slipped the
With a heart full of happiness and anticipation, Andrew walked down the stairs of his home, feeling a world of difference from the past few months. Everything was now beautiful and filled with joy and love. Today was a special day as he was going to pick up Amelia from the hospital after her remarkable recovery from the coma.Tony approached him to inform him that the car was ready. He said, "The car is ready, boss."But Andrew declined, wanting to savor every moment of the day. "Nah... I'll drive myself," he replied with a smile.Tony said, "are you sure boss?""Nah… I'm fine, hand me the keys." Andrew said as he stretched his hands towards Tony to collect his keys.Tony walked towards him and handed him the keys to the Rolls Royce Phantom, and Andrew hopped in, ready to go pick up his beloved Amelia.The drive to the hospital was filled with excitement and eagerness. Andrew couldn't wait to see Amelia's reaction to the grand surprise he had prepared for her at home. As he arrived
The doctor stammered, realizing the gravity of his poorly phrased suggestion. "No... no, that's not what I meant," he attempted to clarify.Andrew stepped closer to the doctor, his eyes piercing through him. "Are you going to tell me how to spend my money?" he demanded.The doctor quickly backtracked, "No sir, it was just a suggestion from a professional."But Andrew was not swayed. He fiercely responded, "Keep your profession to yourself! We're not taking her off any life support! We're not depriving her of her rights to fight! Understood?"The doctor nodded, humbled by Andrew's words, "Yes, sir."Andrew left his office and slammed the door behind him.Leaving the doctor's office, Andrew returned to Amelia's room, his emotions still raw. Mrs. Tate noticed his changed mood and approached him, concerned. "How is Amelia? What did the doctor say?"Andrew took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "It's nothing serious," he reassured Mrs. Tate, not wanting to worry her further.But M
Andrew carefully came down the stairs, holding Violet in his arms. His daughter had grown bigger, and she now had curly brown hair, which bounced with each moment, a beautiful resemblance to her mother, Amelia. Nanny Grace approached them, holding Violet's little bag and other items Amelia used to cherish."Thanks, Nana," Andrew said with genuine gratitude. "What about Amelia's hairbrush and perfumes?"Nanny Grace smiled warmly. "I've packed them inside, just as you requested.""Thanks," Andrew replied, relieved that everything was in order. He made his way towards the front door, Violet snuggled safely in his arms. But before he could reach the car, Nanny Grace's voice called him back."Uhm... Andrew," she hesitated, concern etched on her face.Andrew turned back to face her, his eyes filled with curiosity. "What is it, Nana?"Nanny Grace took a deep breath, her voice gentle but filled with worry. "Any news on Alexander?"Andrew's expression tightened, a mix of frustration and pain
Nanny Grace's sobs echoed through the air as she cradled Violet in her trembling arms. Tears streamed down her face, and her voice cracked with anguish as she cried out."Alexander, noooo!" Her legs gave way beneath her, and she collapsed to the ground, clutching Violet tightly.One of the cops quickly shouted, "Call in the divers!" The police were already taking action to search for Alexander's body in the water below the bridge.Andrew rushed to Nanny Grace and Violet, his own heart torn apart by the events unfolding before him. He knelt down beside them and wrapped his arms around them both.Nanny Grace, her voice choked with grief, managed to speak through her tears, "Wh...what of Amelia? What happened? Where is she? How did it happen?" Her voice trembled with a desperate hope for answers.Andrew's heart felt as though it had been torn into a million pieces. He struggled to find the words, his voice barely above a whisper. "I...I really don't know. Stone called, and..." Just as
Nanny Grace pleaded with him, her heart breaking at the sight of a man she had once loved like a son, now consumed by rage and despair. "No, no, no, don't harm the innocent baby, Alexander. She has nothing to do with this. Just turn yourself in."Alexander, struggling with his emotions, replied bitterly, "Then what do I get in return? Spend the rest of my life in jail? It's better we all die here!!"Nanny Grace's eyes filled with tears as she realized the extent of Alexander's desperation. She knew she had to reach him, to show him that there was another way out of this dark path he had chosen."Then you'll have to kill me first, Alexander, because I'm getting the baby out of the car," Nanny Grace declared resolutely. She was willing to put her life on the line to protect Violet.Alexander's hands trembled as he held the gun. He couldn't bear the thought of hurting Nanny Grace, no matter how deep his pain ran.Nanny Grace slowly approached him, step by step, keeping her gaze locked
The other police officers rushed to the corridor where Detective Stone was, following his urgent call for an ambulance. As they saw Amelia's lifeless body lying on the ground, one of them recognized her and exclaimed, "Isn't this Mr. Reynolds' wife? Is she dead?"Detective Stone walked over to Amelia's body, he knelt down beside her, gently placing his hands on her neck to check her pulse. His expression grew more grave as he felt her faint heartbeat. "Her pulse is very low, quickly call the ambulance!!!" he urgently instructed one of the officers.The officer quickly made the call, relaying the critical situation to the emergency services. "They're on their way," he responded to Detective Stone.Meanwhile, Detective Stone's phone rang, and he took it out to answer. It was Andrew on the other end. Before he could say anything, Andrew's voice came through, stammering with worry. "I... I can't find Amelia! Ch... check the warehouse for her! Have you seen her?!" Andrew desperately sa
One of the henchmen hesitated, looking back at Amelia lying unconscious on the floor. "What about her? Are we leaving her here?!" he questioned, showing a flicker of concern."We don't have time!! Go bring the baby!!!" Alexander snapped, prioritizing their escape over everything else. Leaving Amelia behind was the only option he saw to ensure their escape.They rushed upstairs to where Violet was sleeping, and Alexander's henchman quickly grabbed her, carrying her in his arms as they hurriedly left the warehouse.Amelia remained motionless on the floor.Outside, the police sirens grew louder, signaling that the authorities were closing in. Alexander's heart pounded with fear as he led his men to a getaway vehicle, hoping to escape in time.One of his men said, "But what about the money?!"Alexander's eyes flashed with anger and frustration. "Do you want to go to jail?!" he snapped back. "Andrew would do anything for his daughter!!! Let's move!!!" he ordered.Their priorities were cle
Amelia continued to stammer, her voice trembling, "I swear, I don't have it. You took it with you."Meanwhile, Andrew and Detective Stone were hard at work, tracing the call from Alexander's phone. The tension in the room was thick as all their attention was at tracing the call, knowing that every second counted in finding Amelia and Violet.Detective Stone's face lit up with relief and excitement. "We've gotten it, sir! They are in an underground warehouse downtown," he announced.Andrew's heart raced with a mix of hope and fear. "What are you waiting for, let's hurry!" he commanded.With the location finally pinpointed, Andrew and Detective Stone wasted no time. They rushed out of the study, making their way as quickly as possible to the underground warehouse where Amelia and Violet were being held captive.The room was filled with tension as Alexander, consumed by rage, cornered Amelia, demanding to know the whereabouts of his phone. He grabbed Amelia by the arm as he shook her