Chapter 63: 12 Hours, They Cling Tightly to Each Other
Otis had already taken the photo.
Only then did Amelia realize. She apologized, "Sorry, I wasn't looking at the camera. Should we take another one?"
"Sure." Otis said happily.
Amelia looked back at the camera and smiled.
The camera made a clicking sound, capturing Otis, Xyla, and the masked Amelia in the frame.
Amelia watched as Otis took out the photo and handed it to her.
She signed Lika's name on it.
After finishing all this, Amelia looked up again toward where William had been standing earlier.
He had already left with Isabella.
That spot was empty now, nothing there.
Amelia paused for a moment, then looked away, but caught York's eyes in the process.
He was just looking at her, saying nothing else. After noticing her gaze, he looked away and urged his younger siblings to leave.
Amelia didn't say anything either, just got in the car with Jeffrey.
The car slowly moved forward. Today's filming had gone smoothly, so they finished early.
Amelia's body was much better than before, at least not as weak as it had been.
She removed her makeup in the car, took off her mask, and changed clothes.
Remembering what Azalea had told her earlier about her car being repaired, she told Jeffrey and got out halfway.
She planned to pick up her car, then go back to her apartment.
She'd been staying at the hospital all these days and wanted to go home.
Jeffrey didn't argue with her, just dropped her off near the 4S dealership.
After watching the car leave, Amelia slowly walked into the dealership.
After going through the paperwork, Amelia got her car.
Sitting in the driver's seat again, she had a strange feeling.
The last time she drove this car seemed like it was ages ago.
But it had only been 10 days.
Amelia pressed her lips together, pushing down the strange feeling in her heart, started the car, and drove through the city streets.
It was already getting dark, right during the city's evening rush hour.
The dim streetlights had come on, and the traffic ahead had their lights on too. Everything seemed especially busy.
The car radio was quietly playing music, with occasional traffic jam warnings.
After spending so many days bedridden in the hospital, Amelia felt somewhat unaccustomed to seeing and hearing all this.
Like someone who had been floating in the air, forgetting what real life felt like.
Amelia looked at the traffic on the elevated highway ahead, pushed down the strange feeling in her heart, and focused on driving.
At the same time, in the traffic below the elevated highway, a Bentley was slowly moving forward.
William sat in the back seat, looking out the window.
Isabella sat beside him, currently looking at her phone, texting someone.
William looked at the traffic outside.
This city, after all these years, was still as crowded as ever.
The scene of Lika taking photos with Xyla and Otis appeared before his eyes again.
He wasn't sure why he always paid so much attention to Lika.
Lika was clearly Jeffrey's woman.
Maybe it was because whenever he saw Lika, he thought of Amelia.
There was a red light ahead, and the driver smoothly stepped on the brake.
Perhaps because of this pause, William thought of Amelia again.
He remembered that 12-hour ferry ride escaping from Novaria.
Later they successfully reached shore.
Waiting for them at the dock were their own people.
No surprises, no excessive danger.
Just her eyes looking up at him.
Smiling, trusting, determined.
Those eyes were full of him.
Sitting in the car now, William suddenly felt suffocated.
He rolled down the window, wanting some fresh air.
But the suffocating feeling didn't go away.
His heart felt like someone's hand was gripping it tightly. It hurt.
Music from a car radio came from a nearby car also stopped at the red light.
The dock after they landed that day seemed to be overcast.
The sea that had just snowed was cold and beautiful, and she had been holding his hand tightly.
He suddenly started missing her again.
"William, everyone online is saying the pendant you bought me is beautiful." Isabella's voice came from beside him.
Only then did William come back to his senses and look at Isabella. The pendant on her neck was shining brightly.
"Indeed," he responded. "It suits you well."
"Right? I think so too." Isabella smiled even more happily.
William lowered his eyes slightly, pressing his lips together.
Isabella had less than six months left.
This was his responsibility. He had wronged Isabella.
He was already going through divorce procedures with Amelia.
Everything could wait until after six months.
Fortunately, Amelia had been learning to be more sensible lately. Even though she was being stubborn, she wasn't making a fuss anymore. That was good.
The song from the nearby car ended, and the red light ahead had turned green. The Bentley started moving again, heading in a different direction.
On the elevated highway, Amelia was also driving, heading in the opposite direction from William.
The two drove toward different parts of the city.
Finally, Amelia returned to the parking lot of her rental apartment.
She parked, turned off the engine, grabbed her bag from the back, then instinctively reached into the small compartment beside her to check if she'd forgotten anything.
She didn't expect to find anything, but she felt a small bag.
Frowning slightly, Amelia took out the small bag.
As soon as she opened it, her hand paused.
Lying quietly in the bag was her medication.
The medication she'd gotten from the psychologist.
Back when her baby was still there.
Back when she didn't understand the importance of the baby and thought that after the abortion, she would start taking the medication.
But later, the baby was gone. She'd been hospitalized, her car was being repaired, and the medication had stayed in this small compartment until now, reappearing before her eyes.
Amelia hesitated slightly, then reached out again and took out a box of pills.
She wanted to open the packaging, but her hands seemed to suddenly lose all strength, unable to tear it open.
Tears fell on the pill box. The delayed pain overwhelmed her.
It had been 10 days since she lost the baby. That day when she woke up in the hospital and learned the baby was gone, she'd fallen into a kind of numbness, thinking nothing, feeling nothing, neither happy nor sad.
Until this moment, these pills were like a sharp sword, piercing through that layer of numbness, bringing her back to this world that made her sad.
Tears soaked the pill box.
This was the first time she'd cried in all these days.
She felt so sad.