Chapter 408 Final Ending

Chapter 408 Final Ending

Amelia nodded honestly.

They had already promised each other not to hide anything from each other

So she told Samuel about how Patricia used to try to set her up with Finn.

Samuel curled his lip.

"Orville should take Patricia back."

Amelia shot him a look. "Don't talk nonsense. Patricia hasn't made up her mind yet."

"What is she thinking? She doesn't want Orville, and she doesn't want the baby either?"

He'd been reading a lot of parenting books lately.

He knew that after a woman gives birth, even the coldest woman would be affected by hormones, making it hard for her to leave her child.

Amelia said, "Patricia always feels that the person who married Orville wasn't really her."

If it were the original Patricia, the one she liked wouldn't be someone like Orville either.

Patricia preferred quiet, calm, and reserved men.

Orville clearly wasn't that type. His personality was a lot like Felix used to be.

In other words, Orville was completely different from Patricia's ideal type.

"She doesn't think that if she hadn't lost her memory, she would have ended up with Orville."

Samuel frowned.

"So she's not planning to go back?"

Amelia shook her head. "Hard to say. I think Patricia does have feelings for Orville."

"Then why won't she go back?"

"Stop it." Amelia cut him off. "Whatever decision Patricia makes, I'll support her. So let her figure it out herself. Until she does, neither of us should mention Orville."

"Fine."

Samuel nodded and asked, "What did Finn say to you?"

Amelia couldn't help but smile. "After all that buildup, this is the only thing you really want to know, right?"

Samuel didn't deny it. "You caught me."

Being jealous over his own wife wasn't anything to be ashamed of.

Amelia shrugged and honestly "reported" their conversation to Samuel.

"That's all. Can you relax now?"

They didn't talk about their past, just about the kids.

Then Patricia came over, so they didn't say much else.

Samuel pressed his lips together.

"A gift? Our daughter and son don't need his gifts. Tell him not to bother."

"Actually, you don't need to tell him. I'll tell him myself."

He felt like Finn hadn't completely given up, which made him uneasy.

No choice—when your wife is too outstanding, you have to stay alert.

"Don't," Amelia stopped him. "So many people are watching. Don't embarrass yourself."

"I don't care about that stuff."

Just then, the wedding began.

Samuel had to sit down.

At their table, besides the two of them, there were supposed to be bridesmaids and groomsmen.

But right now the bridesmaids and groomsmen weren't there, so it was just the two of them.

Faith had deliberately arranged for them to sit at this table to give them some peace and a better view of the ceremony.

As for Patricia, since she arrived last minute, she was arranged at another table.

The lights dimmed, and spotlights fell on the entrance and on the groom on stage.

As the music started, the golden doors slowly opened, and Faith appeared in a white trailing wedding dress.

Faith was already cute and gracious-looking, and with all her hair pulled up, she looked even more sharp and beautiful.

Faith really suited this hairstyle.

Today, she was the most dazzling presence in the room.

That girl who used to be cheerful and lively was now officially getting married, and Amelia couldn't help but tear up.

She didn't know if it was because of the pregnancy, but Amelia cried at the drop of a hat these days.

But this version of her was no longer the emotionless "robot" she used to be.

She preferred herself now.

After the wedding, Finn said goodbye to Patricia and the others, then wanted to say goodbye to Amelia too.

He was heading back to where he was stationed.

But from a distance, he saw Samuel with his arm around Amelia's waist, the two of them smiling and chatting with guests.

Such a perfect match made Finn stop in his tracks.

He turned around and quietly left.

The lights stretched his shadow out long.

He thought it was time to completely let go.

But letting go didn't mean someone else could move into his heart.

He wasn't in a hurry though. The world was big—he'd find his own happiness someday.

Amelia caught a glimpse of Finn's retreating figure.

She took one last look, then quietly turned back around.

She wished him well in finding new happiness soon.

But just then, Amelia saw York arguing heatedly with an oval-faced bridesmaid.

She walked over to ask what was going on.

Turns out York had accidentally stepped on the woman's dress, nearly causing a wardrobe malfunction.

The bridesmaid scolded him, but he still didn't think he was wrong.

"I didn't do it on purpose."

"Apologize properly," Amelia frowned. "What if she had been exposed? Could you take responsibility?"

York said without thinking, "I'll take responsibility then."

The words came out before he could stop them, and he immediately regretted it, his cheeks flushing red.

Looking at the bridesmaid, she also seemed uncomfortable.

Amelia pretended not to hear and said, "Can't you, a grown man, be a gentleman to a lady?"

For some reason, York lost his earlier confidence and, after mumbling a response, obediently took off his jacket.

The bridesmaid didn't make a fuss and quickly put it on.

Two months later, Amelia happened to pass by a dessert shop and saw York, who never touched sweets, sneaking out of the shop.

He was holding a cake box tied with a pink bow.

A month after that, York offered to treat everyone to dinner.

The bridesmaid from the wedding was in the private room too.

Turns out they had gotten together.

Amelia was happy for them.

The bridesmaid's name was Anastasia Delacroix, a college friend of Faith's who studied broadcasting. She looked dignified and gracious.

"Being with York, you're settling."

Amelia raised her glass to her—of course, it was filled with juice.

Samuel added, "He's been reckless since he was little. If he ever makes you mad, tell Amelia and she'll help you get back at him."

Anastasia wasn't shy at all and said openly, "I'm not settling. He treats me really well. Besides, I've been learning boxing lately. If he dares treat me badly, I'll knock him out!"

For once, York didn't argue back, his tan face turning bright red.

Jeremy couldn't help but snicker nearby.

He whispered to Byron, "Look how wimpy he is! He used to tell me that if he got a girlfriend, she'd definitely be the sweet, obedient type who'd listen to everything he said. Now look at him, totally whipped!"

Byron couldn't help but laugh too.

But he quickly asked, "What about you, Jeremy? I'm married, York's in a relationship—don't you have any plans?"

"No." Jeremy shook his head and said bluntly, "I don't plan to get married. I'm counting on your and Faith's future kids to take care of me when I'm old. But don't worry, I won't let your son look after me for nothing. When I die, all my money goes to him."

Byron looked at Jeremy.

Seeing he wasn't joking but speaking seriously, he was puzzled.

"Jeremy, you really plan to stay single forever?"

"Yes." Jeremy nodded.

Everyone had different ideas, and his had always been to stay unmarried.

Unlike York, who just talked about it, he really didn't plan to get married.

Byron understood Jeremy. What he said was what he truly thought.

He knew he couldn't change his mind and had no right to tell Jeremy what to do, so he said nothing more.

Worst case, his future son could take care of Jeremy in his old age.

Worth mentioning—Faith was pregnant too.

But this pregnancy came suddenly. The day before she found out, she had taken a fall, and the situation wasn't very stable. She was now in the hospital resting.

Fortunately, she was fine now and just needed another week of rest before she could go home.

Everyone agreed to visit Faith after dinner.

But right after they finished eating, before they could leave, Amelia got a call from Faith.

"What's wrong, Faith? Can't wait to see us? Don't worry, we're already on our way."

"No, Amelia! Just now, Patricia suddenly said she had something to do and needed to leave for a while."

Amelia's expression grew serious.

"Did she say what it was about?"

"No, she just got a phone call, then told me she needed to leave for a while. Before I could ask, she was already gone."

Today Byron came to the banquet, and Patricia didn't really like crowded scenes, so she volunteered to stay at the hospital with Faith.

Who would have thought Patricia would suddenly say she had to leave.

"Don't worry," Amelia reassured her. "I'll call her right away. You take care of yourself. I'll have Byron come over to be with you right now."

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm just a bit worried about Patricia. When she left, her expression looked really off."

"Okay, I got it. I'll hang up now. Byron will be there in half an hour."

"Okay."

After hanging up, Amelia immediately told Byron to rush to the hospital to be with Faith.

Faith couldn't get out of bed easily right now and needed someone to help her. She couldn't be left alone.

Amelia herself called Patricia.

No one answered on Patricia's end.

Amelia thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered Orville.

She dialed Orville's number.

Orville answered quickly.

"Ms. Richardson, I was just about to call you."

"What happened? Why did Patricia suddenly say she had to leave?"

"Did Primrose really come over?"

"What do you mean?"

Orville steadied his emotions and said, "I need to apologize to you first."

"Why are you apologizing to me?"

After Orville's explanation, Amelia finally understood what was going on.

Orville had waited on the island for months for Patricia to come back, and in desperation, he pretended he'd been attacked by remnants of the Bloody Syndicate and was now in critical condition.

"Actually, there are no remnants at all, Ms. Richardson. I'm sorry, I just missed Primrose too much."

While Amelia felt relieved, she was also a bit unhappy.

"Orville, I am a bit relieved, but I'm not the one you should apologize to. When Patricia finds out you lied to her, she'll be even angrier than me."

"I know, but I had no choice. Ms. Richardson, please understand my situation. If she doesn't come back, I really will die."

He missed Patricia every single moment.

In just a few months, he'd become as thin as a skeleton.

"Besides, the child can't be without a mother. So I'm sorry, Ms. Richardson, but I have to use this trick."

Amelia was silent for a moment, then said, "I understand you, but I don't know if Patricia will. This move might push her even further away."

"But if she still has even a little bit of room for me in her heart, she won't push me away."

"I'm betting, Ms. Richardson. I'm betting that she has feelings for me."

"What if she doesn't?"

Orville gritted his teeth. "Then I've lost the bet."

"If you lose, will you force her to stay? If you do that, I'm sorry, but I'll have to take Patricia's side."

"Don't worry, I won't do that. If I lose the bet, I'll let her go. I want Primrose's heart, not just her body."

Hearing this, Amelia felt a bit more at ease.

"Then please keep your promise."

"I won't go back on my word. I care about Primrose more than you do. I couldn't bear to trap her."

Amelia took a light breath. "Then I wish you good luck."

"Thank you."

After hanging up, everyone looked over.

Amelia briefly explained the situation.

Learning it wasn't anything bad, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

They started chattering about whether Patricia would choose to stay.

"What do you think, Amelia?" Maeve came over and asked. "Do you think Patricia will stay? Everyone's saying that given Patricia's personality, she definitely won't stay. Instead, it'll wear away the last bit of gratitude she has for Orville."

During this time, Maeve had gotten to know Patricia too.

She'd also learned Patricia's story.

Amelia was silent for a moment, then said, "She'll stay."

"Why?"

Amelia didn't answer.

Because she'd seen Patricia often staring at the western sunset in a daze.

And lately, Patricia smiled less and less, nowhere near as cheerful and carefree as when she first returned to the country.

"But Patricia will definitely be angry."

Then again, being angry didn't mean she wouldn't stay.

The answer came the next day.

Patricia called Amelia, saying she couldn't leave the child alone and wanted to stay there to take care of the baby until he turned three.

Amelia smiled knowingly.

Patricia cared about her pride too.

She said it was for the child, but besides the child, there was another reason she was staying.

Otherwise, Patricia could have contacted her and asked her to help "get" the child back.

She didn't expose the truth but went along with Patricia's words. "The child is still very young and can't be without his mother. When he's a bit older, you can leave with more peace of mind."

"Yes, and please tell Faith and Byron for me. I left without saying goodbye, so I'm too embarrassed to tell them myself."

"Okay, I got it. I'll pass it along."

After the call ended, Amelia shared the good news with everyone.

Maeve winked at her. "You're the smartest! You were the only one who thought Patricia would stay there."

Amelia shrugged. She wasn't smart—she just understood Patricia better than the others.

Patricia seemed cold, but she was actually the most gentle.

And she did have feelings for Orville in her heart; she just didn't want to admit it.

This was good. Although she no longer had Patricia's company, Patricia had returned to her own happy life and wouldn't spend every day sighing at the western sunset.

Besides, Patricia just married abroad—it wasn't like they were separated by death.

Snow was flying everywhere, but Amelia felt a warm sense of happiness.

But she soon learned some bad news.

Octavius had passed away.

Faith cried inconsolably.

The death of a loved one could bring lifelong pain. Amelia knew that no words of comfort would help at this moment, so she just quietly stayed by her side.

Gradually, Faith finally emerged from her grief.

—She knew that if she didn't pull herself together, the baby in her belly would suffer too.

And this winter seemed to take many elderly lives.

Roman also passed away half a month later.

After two funerals, winter struggled past and spring quietly arrived.

Amelia's due date also came.

That day, everyone waited outside the delivery room, including Faith, who was now showing.

Byron knew he couldn't stop her, so he didn't even try. Like Samuel before him, he kept his eyes on Faith at all times, afraid something might happen to her.

...

Since they were twins, a natural birth was difficult, so Amelia chose a C-section from the start.

So everyone saw the babies first.

Because they were twins, both babies were a bit small and wrinkly, but fortunately they were both healthy and considered big for twins.

Stanley looked at his granddaughter one moment and his grandson the next, so happy he couldn't stop grinning.

After Natalie and Quinton saw the babies, they handed them to Stanley and continued waiting outside with Samuel.

Soon after, Amelia came out.

The anesthesia would take a while to wear off. Everyone carefully accompanied her to the hospital room.

By the time Amelia woke up, it was already dark.

"Where are the babies?" she asked as soon as she opened her eyes.

Samuel quickly had someone bring the two babies over.

Amelia took one look and was shocked.

"Why are they so ugly?"

Natalie laughed. "You looked like this when you were little! Who's born pretty? Everyone looks like this!"

"I looked like this when I was little?"

"Of course!"

Only then did Amelia feel a bit better.

The babies' names were also decided that day.

The boy born first was called Christopher, and the daughter was called Olivia.

She had a good constitution, and the surgeon was Thornfield's best C-section doctor, so she recovered quickly.

Plus, during her pregnancy, Samuel had been applying oil on her belly, so even though she carried twins, she didn't have many stretch marks.

The two babies were just as Natalie said—they changed every day. By one month old, they were already adorable.

Worth mentioning was that although they were twins, their personalities were completely different.

Olivia was a typical tomboy who liked to hold a toy gun and make Samuel be her horse.

Christopher was extremely quiet and liked to hold a teddy bear while eating jelly.

Samuel took one look and thought Christopher was doomed.

Amelia laughed. "Their personalities aren't set yet. They might be different when they grow up."

But this time Amelia's words didn't come true. Olivia grew up to still have a fiery personality, while Christopher remained quiet but had excellent grades.

But that's a story for later.

Let's go back to when the babies were one month old.

Maeve and Hunter finally got engaged.

Since it hadn't been a year since Roman's death, the engagement party was small, just family.

A few months later, Liam got married.

His bride was a colleague from his workplace. According to Liam, his wife was his college classmate.

Their love story had some twists and turns because of Liam's past emotional trauma, but fortunately the woman bravely pursued love, and it ended happily.

Later on, her brothers gradually left the single life too, even the most unreliable Grant got married.

Only Felix remained alone.

He always said he wasn't mature enough.

Felix, who used to be confident to the point of arrogance, was now the most calm and reserved.

Soon, except for Felix, all of Amelia's brothers had children one after another. Lucas also left the entertainment industry and moved behind the scenes, starting his own entertainment company.

Amelia never had more children, because Samuel was afraid she'd have a hard time and afraid of going back to those days of constantly worrying about Amelia falling.

Patricia, far away on the island, later had a daughter.

When her daughter had her sip and see party, everyone returned to the island that had once made them all so anxious.

But now the island was peaceful. The party ended smoothly, and Patricia brought her daughter and son back to the country for a while.

Later, Amelia heard that Finn got married.

Who he married and what kind of person she was, Amelia didn't know and didn't ask.

When Finn's wedding invitation arrived, Amelia was discussing with Samuel whether to send the kids to an international elementary school or a regular one.

On Finn's wedding day, Amelia didn't go. She just signed her and Samuel's names and had Byron take a gift for them.

Days passed slowly and happily.

Soon it was Amelia's sixtieth birthday.

As promised, they returned to the island and held a wedding for her sixtieth birthday.

Most of the people at the wedding already had white hair.

But for a moment, everyone seemed to be young again.

Later on, Amelia wrote a novel.

The novel told the story of a girl who was kidnapped as a child and abused by her buyers, then found the courage to escape from that small mountain village.

But she froze to death one winter.

Yet heaven gave her a chance to be reborn.

The condition was that the girl had to complete small tasks in one hundred parallel worlds.

The main story was about how the girl completed these tasks in one hundred small worlds.

After completing the tasks, she finally returned to reality.

But the story ended abruptly there, without continuing.

Many readers felt unsatisfied.

"She should have written about the girl returning to the real world and getting revenge on her adoptive family."

"Yeah, it feels like the story just started and then ended."

Seeing these comments, Amelia just smiled.

The ending of the book was indeed rushed and hasty, because in reality she had already "written" it once through her own actions.

She didn't know if people had an afterlife.

She only knew that in this life, she was very happy and very content.