Chapter 95 Amelia Said: What Right Do You Have to Control Me?
Seeing that Amelia didn't respond, William continued, "And about Briar's illness, I'll take care of it. I'll find the best medical team, and she'll get better."
"Briar is my child, you don't need to worry about her," Amelia finally replied.
And his money - she wouldn't take it anymore.
If he still had any conscience, then after they got their divorce certificate, he should return the Martinez family's things to her.
Consider it her payment for all those years of working hard for him.
"Dash is a great doctor, he'll cure Briar," Amelia said.
Anger surged through William again.
"Your child is my child too, isn't she?" William said. "Amelia, do you even know what you're saying?"
Amelia clenched her fists.
She wanted to snap back but held herself back.
Today was the 23rd day of the cooling-off period, with 7 days left.
Only 7 days left.
She couldn't cause any complications.
Besides, Briar would be adopted under Beatrix's name afterward, and would have nothing to do with William.
Beside her, William was still talking: "I know you and Mia are close, you're good friends and I have nothing to say about that, but what's this thing between you and Dash?"
Amelia looked up, staring at the man in front of her in disbelief.
"Why are you making false accusations?" she said. "There's nothing between him and me."
William laughed bitterly.
He stared hard into her eyes and said coldly, "I saw it with my own eyes - you two were all over each other in the hospital room."
Amelia thought for a moment and remembered what happened that day.
"That person at the hospital room door that day was you?"
William didn't respond, just looked at her.
So she was caught red-handed and admitted it?
As for Amelia.
Amelia just found it utterly ridiculous.
Thinking about it, she actually laughed.
"What right do you have to question me?" Amelia said with a laugh. "Everyone knows about you and Isabella, and now you're trying to control me."
Never mind that there really was nothing between her and Dash. That day she had already made things clear with Dash, and he had agreed. There had been no inappropriate behavior since then.
But even if there was something, so what?
William's lips were pressed into a tight line.
"So, is it Dash, or Jeffrey?"
After a long pause, he said, "Or someone else?"
"What's the point of doing this? Are you trying to show me something? Make me leave Isabella?"
"I told you, Amelia, you're the only one who will be my wife. Just give it six months - Isabella doesn't have much time left."
"Amelia, stop this nonsense, okay?" This was making him really frustrated!
Amelia looked at William in front of her.
Half his face was hidden in shadow, leaving only those eyes particularly clear.
She used to really love those eyes, loved how they reflected her image when they looked at her.
That way, it seemed to prove that she was the only one in his eyes.
But now, the owner of those eyes was saying such cruel things to her.
Protecting another woman while telling her to stop making a fuss.
Did he really think that she... couldn't live without him?
The two of them fell silent.
In the dim light, only Amelia's earrings sparkled faintly.
Just then, William's phone started vibrating.
He took out his phone.
Amelia saw Isabella's name on the caller ID.
She smiled.
And looked away.
William didn't answer.
The phone kept vibrating.
But William never touched the answer button.
"Why aren't you answering? She might have something urgent."
Amelia said, her tone full of sarcasm: "Maybe she fainted again? Needs you to go see her?"
"Amelia!" William completely lost his temper.
He hated when she talked to him in that tone!
But she just looked at him with a faint smile.
William gripped his phone tightly. He wanted to say something, but in the end he held back.
He ignored the vibrating and put the phone back in his pocket.
Nearby, someone walked past, and their chain purse accidentally knocked the bottle of red wine on the table.
The wine bottle tipped over, wobbled a few times, and fell to the floor beside them.
Red liquid spilled everywhere.
"Mr. Brown, I'm so sorry! Waiter..." The person quickly went to find someone to clean it up.
What flashed before his eyes was a scene from that year when they went on a business trip and drank wine at a hot spring hotel.
"William, what if they want to drink? I don't know how much I can handle," Amelia had said back then.
She'd heard that the person they were meeting in three days really loved wine.
William had smiled and said, "Don't worry, you won't need to drink."
Back then, the Brown Group was still in its transition period. Even though the Brown Group was a giant in Shadow City, it was still in a subordinate position in the new industry.
"Even if we really need to drink, I'll handle it," he'd said.
"I want to share the burden with you too," she'd said with a smile, pointing at the red wine that had been sent over by the other party.
"How about we try? Let's see how much I can drink," she'd said, looking at him with a smile. "That way, I'll know my limit."
"Are you serious?" he'd said, looking into her eyes.
She didn't answer, but showed him through action.
She opened the wine, poured it into both glasses, and handed one to him.
He took it, and she clinked her glass against his, her eyes bright and shining.
"This glass... I hope we can successfully close this deal," she'd said, drinking all the wine in her glass.
He'd looked at her, smiled, and finished his wine too.
She poured for both of them again.
And clinked his glass once more.
"This glass, William, I hope you'll be healthy and happy."
She said this and drank it all again.
The alcohol slowly took effect, and her cheeks turned slightly red.
Outside was heavy snow, white snowflakes constantly falling from the sky, while inside the hot spring hotel it was warm.
He'd looked at her and thought she was so adorable, cupping her face and kissing her lips.
They tasted like red wine.
"I can still go on!" she'd said, pushing him and pouring for both of them again.
"This glass, I hope the Brown Group's transition goes smoothly."
"This glass, I hope William you'll always be this handsome! Haha..."
They didn't know how much they drank - the other party had sent over several bottles of red wine.
Finally, she wobbled as she raised her glass and said, "This glass..."
She looked at him with a smile, her eyes and heart full of him.
"This glass, William, I hope we'll be happy forever."
She only got halfway through this glass before she couldn't drink anymore, feeling dizzy.
And he had kissed her lips once again.
Red wine spilled on the floor as he held her waist, supporting her, kissing her gently.
The air instantly heated up.
"We will be happy," his voice carried a sexy huskiness.
Then he pressed her against him, their breaths mingling.
That night they didn't know how many times they made love.
In the room, in the hot spring, trying everything.
The floor was covered with flowing red wine.
Her body was covered with his scent and the smell of red wine.
At the wine tasting event, the waiter had already come to clean up the spilled wine.
The red liquid was slowly wiped clean.
Amelia looked away.
Thinking back now, that winter in Hokkaido was really cold.
"All cleaned up," the waiter said, taking the broken pieces away.
The person who had accidentally knocked over the wine also left after apologizing repeatedly.
William looked at the floor that was slowly drying.
His mood was complicated.
They used to love each other so much.
They had gone through so many difficult times together, but now...
What had happened to them?
William didn't understand, so he just remained silent.
The phone in his pocket had stopped vibrating at some point.
Right now the two of them sat there in complete silence.