Chapter 168 She Just Got Divorced, and a Bunch of People Are Already Watching
Amelia didn't want to answer.
Talking about the past now was like carving a mark on a boat to find a lost sword. The past and present were completely different.
All she could say was that her devotion back then was genuine, and taking back her love now was also her current decision.
She looked at the wooden fox carving in front of her.
A fox?
That was his impression of her.
But she had never been a fox.
What she used was simply her own heart.
But now, that heart was already covered in scars.
She handed the wooden fox carving back to Alvin.
But Alvin didn't take it.
He said softly, "Keep it. Now that you're back in the country, I should give you a gift. Even though I carved it myself and it's not worth much, you can treat it as a wish."
"Any wish I can make come true."
He smiled temptingly, "I can even give you everything I own, even my life."
He had figured it out—over these years, it wasn't that he hadn't met that person, but rather, that person had appeared before.
He just didn't know it at the time.
And back then, that person already belonged to someone else.
But fortunately, she was free now.
He still had time and opportunity to try.
But Amelia just smiled.
She sighed softly, took his hand, and placed the wooden fox in his palm.
"What would I do with your life?"
"Take it back."
She didn't want to get involved in these things anymore. One William was already enough to cause her unbearable pain.
Alvin wanted to say something, but a shadow fell beside them.
It was York.
He smiled at Alvin, then his gaze landed on Amelia.
"I saw you two chatting here for a while, so I came over to check," York said.
"You again..." Alvin was a bit impatient with whoever was interrupting their conversation, but when he saw York's face, he suddenly stopped.
"It's you?" Alvin said, looking between Amelia and York with a strange expression.
York smiled slightly without speaking.
York took Amelia's hand back and pushed Alvin's hand holding the wooden fox away.
"Keep your own things," he said. "If someone doesn't like it, don't force it on them. It's very rude."
Though he still had a smiling face, his attitude was very firm.
Alvin's expression soured. He wanted to say something, but York had already taken Amelia's hand.
"Let's go," he said to Amelia with a smile. "Isn't Briar still at her class? I think it's about time to pick her up."
Alvin's gaze pierced into York's hand holding Amelia's.
Amelia suppressed a smile and nodded.
"I'm leaving," Amelia said to Alvin. "Hope you enjoy your time back in the country."
"You two..." Alvin wanted to say something, but the two were already leaving while chatting.
Leaving Alvin alone with a bewildered expression.
On the other side, Amelia and York were already sitting in the car.
"You two know each other?" Amelia asked while fastening her seatbelt.
"Yes, we've met before in business," York said as he started the car.
The car moved smoothly along the road.
Finally stopping at the place where Briar took her class.
As Amelia unbuckled her seatbelt, York suddenly said, "Amelia, we agreed on twelve solo meetings before. Let's set the first one for the day after tomorrow?"
He felt a bit of a sense of crisis.
She had just gotten divorced, and already a bunch of people were eyeing her.
He needed to make the first move!
Amelia was a bit surprised, but didn't think there was anything wrong with it. After all, she had promised him.
Thinking about it, she smiled and nodded, "Okay."
...
On the other side.
The Brown Group.
William's expression was very bad.
Rhys had just had a doctor come over to treat the injury on his face.
Calls from various countries kept coming in.
Shareholders were also demanding an explanation.
A bunch of reporters had long been blocking the entrance of the Brown Group, and the internet was in an uproar.
"Mr. Brown, they're all asking when the press conference we mentioned will start? Everyone is waiting for a result."
Rhys carefully asked.
Actually, if it wasn't necessary, he wouldn't want to speak at all right now, because the other person's expression looked terrible.
William closed his eyes in discomfort.
What kept appearing before his eyes was Amelia's cold and heartless gaze.
And the way she and Alvin looked at each other with such coordinated understanding.
A fire called jealousy rose in his heart.
William clenched his right hand.
"Mr. Brown?" Rhys carefully urged.
"In half an hour," William said. "In Conference Room Three."
Only then did Rhys breathe a sigh of relief.
"Yes."
...
Before long, there was a new live broadcast announcement online—
#William will hold a press conference in half an hour to respond to the divorce matter#
In an instant, it attracted the attention of countless netizens.
Whether they wanted to see divorce gossip or learn about the economic situation.
All eyes were on it.
And people like Alvin, who were following these matters, were also waiting in front of the corresponding live broadcast channels.
Time flowed like water.
Soon, the time was approaching.
Isabella stayed by William's side.
She asked worriedly, "William, are you really going to respond? At this time?"
Felicity beside her was also very angry. She said, "Right, why does Amelia get to ignore everything and let you face all this alone!"
But William just gave her a cold glance.
Isabella didn't know what to say, only asking, "Do you want me to come with you?"
"No need," William said.
Then he pushed open the door and walked in.
The conference room was full of reporters, with live broadcast equipment on the side.
As soon as he entered, flashlights drowned everything out.
At this moment, Amelia was with Briar at the Jenkins Villa.
When they went to pick up Briar earlier, York suggested they might as well go to his house now to see the cats.
Briar wanted to see them, so Amelia brought her along to the Jenkins Villa.
Right now, William's live broadcast was playing on a screen nearby.
"Amelia and I have indeed divorced."
William's voice came through clearly: "Amelia and I signed a prenuptial agreement when we got married, so our separation won't result in any astronomical divorce settlement."
"And..."
William hesitated slightly, then continued, "Although we've already registered, the subsequent property division is still going through the process. We'll announce any developments."
"As for partnerships, our Brown Group will arrange for appropriate personnel to handle the handover. Please don't panic."
...
William said a lot, with flashlights constantly flashing.
Finally, it came to the reporter Q&A session.
A reporter immediately asked, "Mr. Brown, what is the reason for your divorce from Amelia? We checked the timeline of when you first went to file for divorce, and it seems very close to the time when you and Isabella were frequently seen together. Is it because of Isabella?"
William's eyes narrowed dangerously.
But before he could answer this question, another person stood up and asked, "Mr. Brown, what did Amelia take with her in this divorce? You mentioned it's still going through the process—what process? Shouldn't these things have been agreed upon and sorted out beforehand?"