Chapter 313 How Should I Do It?

Chapter 313 How Should I Do It?

As soon as she got out of the car, Isabella was surrounded by angry family members.

The reporters were there too, all starting to take photos.

The crowd was agitated.

Fortunately, Isabella got out of the car with the police officers. Seeing the police there, people didn't get too out of hand - otherwise the angry family members would have torn Isabella apart right there.

But it was still chaotic.

Amelia looked over from a distance and happened to see Isabella being escorted back into the police station for questioning.

Their eyes met.

Amelia saw undisguised hatred in Isabella's eyes.

"Amelia, don't get cocky!"

Isabella wanted to say more, but the police officers had already taken her away.

With so many people present, the priority was to finish the questioning as quickly as possible.

Amelia watched Isabella's retreating figure.

She had never had anything to be cocky about.

From the start of the day to now, she hadn’t felt even a moment of happiness.

She had even been in great pain at times.

She just wanted to protect what belonged to her and live out the rest of her life peacefully.

That was all.

"Let's go. "York, standing beside her, spoke softly, "We'll send people to help with the follow-up here. There's not much more we can do."

Amelia looked up at York beside her and nodded.

That was true.

Looking at all those people outside, Amelia let out a soft sigh.

The two of them quietly went around the side and came to their car.

However, another car was parked next to theirs.

As they approached, the car door opened, and Amelia saw William seated in the back seat.

He had bandages in multiple places and was on an IV drip.

William’s expression was drawn and worn, with only his eyes—slightly red—fixed on her.

He remained silent, looking at her with a sadness that lingered in his eyes.

Rhys came around from the other side and bowed slightly to Amelia.

“Ms. Martinez, please speak with Mr. Brown. His condition is… very bad,” Rhys said, his voice full of plea.

Amelia looked at William and gripped York's hand tightly.

"Amelia." William’s gaze fell on her and York's intertwined hands.

"I fell down the stairs." He said, "Just like you did back then."

Amelia didn't speak, lowering her eyes slightly.

William spoke, his voice low. “I understand now. It hurts a lot.”

"You don't understand." York said.

How could their situations possibly be the same?

Although William had fallen down the stairs and only suffered bruises, Amelia had nearly lost her life back then.

William didn't look at York, but kept his eyes locked on Amelia.

"You can do whatever you want to me." He said, his voice weak, "Everything you went through, I can go through it all."

"A hundred times, a thousand times, it doesn’t matter—it’s all fine."

“I’ll feel your pain and understand what you feel."

“As long as…” William didn’t finish, but everyone present understood what he meant..

"What you do is your business." Amelia said.

A gentle wind moved through the woods as the distant sounds of the police station continued.

Amelia looked up at York.

York was looking at her, his eyes full of her reflection.

Amelia gripped his hand tightly and turned away.

"I don't need you to do anything neither do i need you to understand my feelings." Amelia said, "I just want to take back what belongs to the Martinez family."

York understood what Amelia meant and opened the car door next to them. Amelia got in.

The car door closed, and William could only see her calm profile through the window.

“In a few days,” Amelia said. “As we agreed, I need to reclaim what belongs to the Martinez family.”"

"As for you..."

Amelia paused slightly, then said: "Get well soon."

That was all.

After speaking, Amelia raised the car window, cutting off William's line of sight..

William's eyes reddened as he watched her cold face disappear behind the window.

York looked at William.

Regarding William’s injuries, he had no comment. But in the end, he was still a good person at heart

So York looked at Rhys beside him: "Take Mr. Brown back. He needs to be in the hospital right now, not here."

After speaking, he looked at William again.

He looked like he was about to speak, but ultimately said nothing and turned back to the car.

The car started, carrying Amelia and York away.

As their car vanished into the night, William stood watching, his eyes red as he let out a self-mocking laugh..

In the car, Amelia leaned back, watching the scenery flying past the window.

York held her hand.

Amelia looked over.

He smiled, kissed her forehead, then rested her head on his shoulder.

"What are your plans next?" York asked softly.

Amelia looked at their figures leaning together in the rearview mirror. She thought for a moment and said: “Check the office locations and prepare to take over the Martinez family’s assets."

"Then, find out the truth about my father's death and restore the Martinez family's glory."

"Okay." York nodded, gently patting her shoulder.

“So when you’re free, could you spare some time for me?" York asked.

Amelia looked up at York.

York smiled and said: "Amelia, we need to prepare to get our marriage license and plan the wedding."

Amelia thought about it - that made sense.

She had already accepted York's proposal, so all this was natural.

It's just that she hadn't thought about these things before.

After all... her last marriage never had any of this.

As if seeing through her thoughts, York reached out and tapped her nose.

Only then did Amelia come back to her senses.

She nodded: "Okay."

They had discussed on the way here not to announce their engagement publicly.

Because they didn't want any complications.

There were only a few days left—they could make the announcement after taking over the Martinez family’s assets.

The car drove all the way to the Jenkins Villa.

...

The night was deep.

The police station was bustling.

Online was bustling too.

Someone had already investigated everything about Isabella's charity sale and found out - it was true!

The caregiver hadn't lied.

The recording that the caregiver provided was real.

This fact sparked an uproar.

Everyone couldn’t understand how Isabella dared to do it.

Had she really done it so brazenly!

The mysterious netizen who had been quiet for a long time reappeared.

Mysterious netizen: I told you, I really couldn't stand watching anymore. Isabella is far from as kind as you think.

Mysterious netizen: Everything she does has her own benefits, you just haven't noticed.

Isabella's fans were still struggling, constantly attacking the mysterious netizen, leaving crazy comments.

The mysterious netizen didn't back down either, directly changing their name to - [Isabella Incident Victim].

It became a complete mess.

Just then, the person who had previously investigated Amelia suddenly posted a tweet.

Laying out the timeline clearly, with everything marked out.