Chapter 90 Insomnia, William Alone in an Empty Room
William wasn't sure.
There were many things he couldn't figure out now.
Everything seemed to be slipping out of his control.
William sat on their marital bed and took out his phone to call Rhys.
"Ask the servants how long it's been since Amelia came back," William said.
Rhys immediately went to handle it.
Shortly after, Rhys sent a message—[Mr. Brown, the situation is a bit complicated. I'll have the servant speak with you.]
Then a phone call came in.
William pressed the answer button.
"Hello, Mr. Brown," the person said immediately.
William got straight to the point: "You're the one who cleans the villa? When did Amelia move out?"
The servant thought for a moment and said, "I'm not sure of the exact time, but it was about 20 days ago."
20 days.
That was around the time they went to the marriage registry to get the divorce receipt.
William asked a few more questions, then hung up.
William lay on the big bed, staring at the pale white ceiling.
20 days.
Had it really been that long since they went to the marriage registry?
In just a few days, they would be getting their divorce certificate.
Divorce.
Did Amelia really want to divorce him?
William thought for a long time.
But he still couldn't figure it out.
It shouldn't be.
She'd been by his side for seven years, and her eyes had always been on him.
He'd confirmed that love in her eyes countless times.
And most importantly.
Amelia had always cared about the Martinez family. She'd said it was Jasper's business, something she'd been involved with since childhood. Before, she'd been managing those businesses at the Brown Group.
Until now, Amelia still hadn't mentioned the Martinez family to him.
If she really wanted to leave, she should have taken the Martinez family's old staff with her.
Thinking of this.
William felt slightly relieved.
So she was just angry.
Once she knew the whole truth, she would understand him.
Six months.
He only needed six months.
Once he handled everything, he would treat her well.
Still, he needed to talk to her about her and Jeffrey.
The night passed quickly.
Late April, the weather was getting warmer.
The rain was becoming more frequent too.
There was a heavy rain that night.
Fortunately, the rain stopped by morning, so Amelia didn't have too much trouble dropping off and picking up Briar.
Outside the kindergarten, after kissing Briar's cheek, Amelia said to her: "I'll pick you up this afternoon. Mia made an appointment for us. After school, we'll go to the hospital for some tests, okay?"
Briar nodded and kissed Amelia's cheek with a smile.
Amelia couldn't help but hug Briar again before reluctantly watching her walk into the classroom with her little backpack.
She'd gone to Skylar's last night for a follow-up, and Skylar said her condition had improved.
Amelia felt the same way.
Since Briar came, she'd been getting better gradually.
She believed that by forgetting the past and moving forward with determination, she would fully recover.
With that thought, Amelia withdrew her gaze and headed to Cecil's place.
There were still some things to handle today.
Plus, she needed to prepare well for the semi-finals of "Voice of Heaven."
Time slipped away quietly in the busyness.
William woke up at noon.
Checking his phone, aside from some routine matters, Amelia hadn't contacted him.
Even though he'd called her so many times and sent her so many messages.
Everything was like stones sinking into the sea, with no response.
He'd spent the night in the marital home, lying alone in the master bedroom's big bed. Even after drinking some alcohol, it still felt empty and hard to fall asleep.
Strangely, a phrase popped into his head: sleeping alone in an empty room?
William pushed that ridiculous thought out of his mind.
He went to the study to handle some work that had accumulated in the morning and replied to Isabella's messages.
When he looked up again, it was already afternoon.
He needed to find Amelia.
But she wasn't replying to messages, wasn't answering calls, and wasn't at the marital home.
How could he find her?
Then, an idea jumped into his mind.
Amelia would go to the kindergarten to pick up that little girl named Briar after school.
With that thought, he got the kindergarten's exact address and drove his Maybach there before dismissal time.
William had only intended to wait for Amelia there, but he first saw the little girl sitting quietly on a stone stool, drawing.
After thinking for a moment, William walked over to the little girl and sat on another stone stool.
He looked down at her drawing.
It was a child's simple sketch.
She was drawing a long-haired adult holding a child's hand.
At this moment, Briar was clumsily writing "Mama" next to the long-haired woman.
William knew she was drawing herself and Amelia.
Inexplicably, William felt this picture was missing someone.
When he looked up, he found the little girl staring at him.
Her big round eyes were full of confusion.
"Mister, are you sitting here waiting for your kid?" Briar asked in a crisp voice.
Mister...
She called Amelia "Mama," so she should call him "Papa."
William instinctively wanted to correct her, but looking at the little girl's clear big eyes, he couldn't speak.
Amelia hadn't mentioned him to her.
Never mind.
William thought, making himself smile warmly. He said, "I'm watching you draw."
After a slight pause, he added, "You draw very well."
Briar smiled sweetly. She pointed at the long-haired woman and said, "This is my mama. She's pretty, isn't she?"
"Yes," William nodded.
"I think so too," Briar said with a beaming smile, looking at her drawing. "My mama is the prettiest person in the whole world!"
William was infected by her enthusiasm and smiled genuinely.
Indeed, Amelia was beautiful. He knew that.
"Can I make a request?" William asked gently.
Briar looked at him with confusion.
"Can you draw me too?" William pointed to the blank space on the side and said, "Here, together with you two."
Briar hugged her drawing and shook her head.
"Mister, this is me and Mama. I can't draw you in it."
William's smile stiffened slightly.
"Be good, I'll buy you ice cream," William coaxed Briar.
But Briar still shook her head.
"Mama said I can't eat ice cream," Briar said seriously. "Not just ice cream—Mama said I can't take things from strangers."
Before William could say anything, Briar continued: "Mister, if you want to be in a drawing, you should find your own kid and have them draw you in their picture."
She looked completely serious.
Briar's eyes held more wariness as she looked at him.
As if she were looking at a strange person.
William felt helpless.
The Briar before him, with just a few childish words, could pierce him with countless wounds.