Chapter 125: William Asks: Will You Blame Me?
Amelia's face kept appearing in William's mind, over and over again.
Once again, he saw the gauze on her head that day at the hospital.
"Thank goodness, thank goodness it was just a scrape..." he murmured softly.
Everything hadn't reached the point of no return yet. As long as he could explain things to her later...
She should forgive him.
But Mia was furious.
"What do you mean 'just a scrape'! Did you forget about pushing her?" Mia was so angry she rushed forward, ready to kick William.
"Do you have any idea what she..."
"Mia!" Dash pulled Mia back.
"Dash! Are you taking his side too?" Mia was livid.
She had seen Amelia covered in blood that day, clear as day!
"Do you know what Amelia has been through these past few days..." Mia's eyes were red, her voice choked with tears.
But Dash shook his head, stopping her from saying more.
Meanwhile, William couldn't hear what they were saying anymore, because he saw Amelia walking out from another office.
"They're searching for him now, but you still need to be careful."
"Okay, I will, I..."
Amelia was still talking with Azalea.
But the next moment, William appeared beside them.
"We need to talk." William's eyes were red as he gripped Amelia's wrist tightly.
Azalea, standing nearby, looked at William, then at Amelia.
If Amelia didn't want to go, she would stop him.
"About tomorrow at 9 o'clock." Worried that Amelia would refuse, William continued.
Amelia had just learned about the situation from Mia and Azalea.
She had thought there was nothing left to discuss between her and William, but he mentioned tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock.
That was the time they had agreed to get their divorce certificate.
Amelia clenched her right hand, then finally nodded.
"Okay," she said.
Given the current situation, if she didn't make things clear with him, she worried they wouldn't be able to get the divorce certificate tomorrow.
"The car's parked outside. Let's talk there," William said.
Amelia nodded.
This was a police station. She had nothing to fear.
Amelia nodded and smiled at Azalea, then left with William.
Behind them, Mia looked anxious.
"Dash, will Amelia be okay?" Mia looked at Dash.
Dash waved his hand, saying, "This is a police station. William won't do anything crazy."
That's true.
Mia relaxed a bit, then glared at Dash. "Why didn't you let me keep talking? What William said was ridiculous! I really want to kill him!"
Dash looked at Mia helplessly. "If you had kept going, you would have mentioned Amelia's miscarriage. Amelia wants to divorce William now. If William finds out about this, do you think they'll be able to get divorced tomorrow?"
Mia didn't see it that way.
"I think he loves Isabella to his bones, helping her with everything. Would he even care about this?"
Dash shook his head. "I'm not so sure."
Mia looked at Dash curiously.
Dash didn't explain further.
"Anyway, let's not complicate things," Dash said.
Mia finally nodded. "That's probably for the best."
After speaking, Mia looked up again, watching the two figures slowly walking outside.
"I just feel bad for Amelia."
Mia murmured softly, "Seven years."
Dash nodded. Yes, how many seven-year periods does a person get in life?
...
Meanwhile.
Amelia followed William outside.
The car was parked in front of the police station.
There were lush trees here, with scattered moonlight filtering through the gaps between branches, bringing a somewhat cold feeling.
The night breeze blew gently, lifting the strands of hair at Amelia's forehead that she hadn't pinned up properly when rushing out.
William looked at Amelia beside him and remembered that night at the Brown Villa, how thin and cold she had looked.
He reached out to tuck her hair back for her, but she stepped back, looking at him warily.
"Your hair is messy," William said, frowning slightly.
When did she become so guarded around him?
"I can do it myself," Amelia said, fixing her hair herself.
The two walked along until they reached the car.
William opened the car door and let her get in first.
They both settled into the back seat.
Then came a long silence.
Outside the window were dim streetlights, surrounded by quiet woods.
No one spoke.
Time passed, second by second.
After what seemed like forever, William finally spoke first.
"I know now," he said, staring at the woods ahead. "About your car accident."
Amelia nodded and responded with a sound.
"That day in the stairwell, I didn't mean to," William said, even though he knew explanations were useless, he had to tell her.
"Everything was chaotic that day. I meant to grab Mia to stop her from fighting and separate her from Isabella, but they kept moving."
"They were fighting so hard, I had to use more force to make it work, and then..."
"I don't know what happened, but in the end, I pushed you."
"I tried to reach out and catch you, but everything happened so fast. You had already fallen."
William didn't look at Amelia. He kept staring at a point in the woods ahead.
He didn't know what Amelia would think after hearing all this.
But he felt he needed to explain.
As for Amelia.
After he finished speaking, Amelia only responded with a faint sound.
Then they fell into silence again.
But where William couldn't see, Amelia's fists were clenched tightly, trembling slightly from the force. Her nails dug into her palms, causing sharp pain.
She tried to maintain a calm appearance.
Tried not to think about the child she had lost, not to think about those painful days and nights.
She kept telling herself that everything had passed, she would get better, everything would get better. She still had Briar, and she and Briar would be happy.
As long as she held on, successfully got the divorce certificate, then won The Sound of Heaven championship, and negotiated through that contract she had deliberately set as a trap for William, she could take back the Martinez family's old assets.
Everything would get better.
Even though she had lost two children, she still had Briar.
After a few more minutes of silence, William spoke again.
"Your injury... how is it now?" This time, William finally looked at her.
He looked at Amelia's body, which still hadn't gained back the weight.
From this angle, he could see her protruding collarbones from being so thin, the hollow of her collarbone deeply sunken, and her arms, very slender, as if they would break with one snap, looking very fragile.
"It's healed," Amelia answered.
William nodded. "That's good."
"I'm sorry. When you were in the hospital, I never came to see you," he continued.
This time Amelia didn't answer.
"Do you... blame me?" William asked, his eyes lowered slightly, looking at her beside him.