Chapter 240 As Close as Glue
The Mitchell family was shrouded in gloom because of Octavia's arrest. Indigo was furious, and Phaedra was restless.
They never expected that Ulysses, who had clearly agreed, would suddenly go back on his word.
Indigo had just taken office when Octavia was arrested. Hiring someone to commit murder wasn't a minor crime. If anyone made an issue of this, his position as mayor would be unstable.
Indigo wanted to summon Ulysses for questioning, only to find out he was in custody. He had clearly been released on bail before, but being detained now was obviously to avoid him.
Indigo sent someone with a message, offering the position of president of the Mitchell Group as a trade. As long as Ulysses changed his testimony, he could still be president of the Mitchell Group after his release.
But Ulysses didn't respond and showed no intention of changing his story.
Out of options, before the case was settled, Indigo thought of asking Ambrose for help. On the evening of the last day of the holiday, they arranged to meet at a coffee shop.
At the coffee shop, Ambrose, looking distinguished, walked leisurely through the entrance and followed the server's lead into the private room Indigo had booked.
Entering the room, Indigo was already seated inside. Seeing him arrive, he smiled.
"You're here."
Ambrose stood before him and nodded at Indigo.
"Sit." Indigo smiled.
Ambrose sat across from him. A server came forward to pour coffee, then left after finishing.
The room, filled with the aroma of coffee, was very quiet, charged with a sense of impending tension. Ambrose reached for the water glass in front of him and took a small sip.
"Ambrose, Ulysses is mentally disturbed. He's pinned his own unconscious actions on Octavia, which really gives me a headache." Indigo sighed.
"I heard about Ms. Mitchell's situation," Ambrose said.
He didn't reveal his opinion.
"I never knew he had a mental illness until recently, and when he choked Ms. Mellon last time, it was a mental episode." Indigo's tone was gentle as he picked up his water glass while speaking.
"Mental illness?" Ambrose asked knowingly, placing his empty cup on the table, his posture relaxed.
"This isn't something to be proud of, and people would laugh if it got out, but I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. He has schizophrenia." After saying this, Indigo finished his coffee.
Indigo had just found out about Ulysses's illness, right? Otherwise, how could he not have taken precautions?
Ambrose's face showed no emotion as he got straight to the point.
"So what did Mr. Indigo Mitchell ask me out here for?"
Indigo looked helpless. "Ambrose, I know very well what kind of person Octavia is. She couldn't possibly hire someone to kill. Even if you're with Scarlett now, at most, she'd be angry inside and scold her if they met, but all this time, she's never said anything mean to Scarlett. It's all because Ulysses couldn't get over what happened last time."
His words were all defending Octavia, and also laying the groundwork for his upcoming request.
Ambrose saw through it but didn't say so. He reached for the pot and refilled both their cups with coffee, then asked, "If she didn't do it, just prove it with evidence."
"You know very well that when you're not careful about some things, you can't provide proof. After all, no one expects this kind of thing to happen," Indigo said.
"I want you to talk to Scarlett. As long as she doesn't pursue it, I'll give her an explanation about Ulysses."
Before coming, Ambrose had roughly guessed Indigo's intention. Now hearing his request, he wasn't surprised at all. After a few seconds of silence, he said.
"Mr. Mitchell, I told you last time, I can't make decisions about her matters."
"Ambrose, Octavia is Hayden's mother. Are you really going to watch her take on such a charge? How would that benefit Hayden?"
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Ambrose's lips. "Mr. Mitchell, I really can't make decisions about her matters. She and I have an equal relationship. We don't interfere with each other's affairs."
Indigo's eyes turned cold.
Ambrose returned from the coffee shop to Lakeside Garden. In the kitchen, Scarlett was preparing dinner. In the living room, the two little ones were playing and laughing together.
The scene was so warm.
He had been negotiating outside, exhausted, but walking into this house, his whole body and mind relaxed. This feeling was something he'd never experienced before.
He really liked it.
He walked into the kitchen and hugged Scarlett from behind. "What are you cooking? Smells good."
Scarlett had heard the children calling him earlier. When he hugged her, she wasn't startled, but a bit surprised.
He had used all the ways of pursuing a girl on her, and now hugging her from behind again. She had never experienced this kind of intimate gesture before, and her heart felt a bit sweet.
She turned her head and looked up at Ambrose. He lowered his head and kissed her.
Under the bright white light, the two were inseparable, deeply affectionate. The sounds of their kissing mingled with the bubbling sounds from the pot, creating an increasingly wonderful melody.
It wasn't until she smelled something burning that Scarlett snapped out of his kiss. She quickly pushed him away and reached to lift the lid.
"Hot!" She cried out softly. The lid fell back, and Ambrose quickly pulled her back. "Let me."
Ambrose first turned off the heat, then lifted the lid to find it was indeed burned, but not too badly. He scooped out the unburned parts, then washed the pot.
Watching his smooth movements, Scarlett asked, "You can cook?"
Ambrose turned his head to look at her, smiling meaningfully. "As your man, there's nothing I can't do."
Scarlett's face was already red from the kiss, and now, hearing him say "your man," her heart filled with joy, and her face burned. She chided, "You're really shameless."
Whether this scolding was aimed at the term "your man" or his self-praise about being able to do anything, Ambrose didn't dwell on it. While washing the pot, he teased her.
"Not even shameless in bed, so what else is there to be ashamed of?"
Seeing him constantly bringing up bedroom matters, Scarlett shyly raised her hand and hit his arm.
"You're so annoying."
He laughed happily, and then Ambrose took over cooking the remaining dishes.
Scarlett took off her apron and put it on him. Watching him wear the apron, she thought it added a touch of warmth to his handsomeness without diminishing his distinguished air. Instead, she couldn't take her eyes off him. How could this man be so dazzling?
"Your man is pretty handsome, right?" Ambrose noticed her daze and teased her again.
Scarlett looked away. "You're so full of yourself."
Not hearing her deny his identity, Ambrose felt he had been upgraded from her boyfriend to her man.