Chapter 10: Medication Can Be Used
The air carried the faint scent of an unfamiliar perfume from the woman.
William interrupted his own thoughts.
The image of Amelia from the day before appeared in his mind.
Gentle, pure, standing there like a blooming lily.
Completely different from the woman before him.
Perhaps because of their professions, there was some similarity in temperament.
Thinking this way, William felt relieved.
"The song—Isabella has already bought it, at a price you're satisfied with," William said coldly. "I hope you won't make things difficult for her anymore."
Amelia smiled.
"Don't worry."
She said, "Regarding this song, I won't say another word."
"Good." William nodded, his eyes darkening as he warned coldly, "I hope you remember what you said."
Amelia just smiled.
William turned and left, just as hurriedly as when he arrived.
Amelia watched him walk to the end of the corridor and carefully help Isabella, who was standing at the doorway.
Like handling a precious treasure.
They left.
About a few minutes later, Amelia's phone vibrated.
She took out her phone and saw a message from William.
[I told Grandpa yesterday that you weren't feeling well and couldn't come. This weekend, you must come home with me.]
It was an order.
Amelia didn't reply, just turned around and walked in another direction.
……
On the other side.
William had already helped Isabella into the car.
He fastened her seatbelt but didn't start the car immediately. Instead, he checked his phone.
Amelia still hadn't replied to his message.
Isabella noticed William's behavior.
Then, her eyes reddened slightly as she said softly, "William, doing this—does it make you... unhappy?"
William looked up, frowning at Isabella.
"Why would you ask that?"
Isabella gave a sad smile, paused briefly, and said, "Amelia—wasn't she a musician before? I'm afraid you mind."
William didn't speak, just looked at Isabella.
Honestly, he did mind a little.
But Isabella didn't have much time left. In these last six months, whatever she wanted, he would try his best to give her.
Isabella saw through his thoughts, so she lowered her head, looking even more guilty.
The two fell silent.
The car was completely quiet, except for the soft tapping of William's left hand on the steering wheel.
After about a minute, Isabella finally said, "I just want to walk the path she once walked."
"I want to know how you loved her."
She raised her head, looking at William with moist eyes.
"I want you to love me the same way."
William's hand stopped tapping the steering wheel. He closed his eyes, and finally, he let out a long sigh.
"Don't overthink it," he said. "I've already filed for divorce with her. We're just waiting for the cooling-off period to end before getting the divorce certificate."
"Isabella, I'm with you now."
Only then did Isabella show a smile and nod gently.
"Alright, let's go back." William said, putting away his phone and starting the car.
Isabella lowered her head, a flash of smugness in her eyes.
This was exactly what she wanted to do.
She wanted to take advantage of her popularity, when everyone supported her, to completely suppress and take over Amelia's territory.
Whether it was Amelia's man or Amelia's career, she would firmly suppress everything.
This was also why she had to participate in "Voice of Heaven" when she learned about the show recently.
She wanted to completely crush Amelia, make Amelia collapse entirely, preferably until she couldn't take it anymore and fled far away. That way, she could replace Amelia and take over everything Amelia had!
And from the looks of it now, everything was effortless.
Thinking this, she suppressed the smile at the corner of her mouth and pretended to be weak, closing her eyes to rest.
……
On the other side.
Amelia had already signed the agreement with Jeffrey.
The Adams Group was one of the investors in "Voice of Heaven," and as an investor, Jeffrey had some say in matters.
Because he knew about Isabella's participation, Jeffrey arranged a confidentiality agreement for Amelia.
Amelia would participate as a masked special contestant, using another stage name "Lika." At the right time, she would remove her mask, letting everyone see her face and know her true identity.
Before removing the mask, only Jeffrey would know her real identity.
Since this was a music show that focused more on songwriting and singing ability, the mask was at most a marketing gimmick. Other participating agencies had also added various marketing elements, so there were no objections.
Amelia was very satisfied with this stage name. After settling everything, she drove to the hospital.
She had postponed her appointment with the doctor that morning, and going now was just right.
After a simple lunch, Amelia arrived at the doctor's office.
Gently knocking on the office door, Amelia saw the doctor look up. She nodded slightly, then walked in and closed the door behind her.
Doctor Skylar Tate watched her sit down and asked gently, "I notice you seem a bit different today from before. How have you been feeling lately?"
Skylar was the attending physician treating Amelia's depression.
In this lifetime so far, Amelia had experienced many things—carefree and happy moments, painful ones, ups and downs, all of it.
Although the first twenty-some years of her life had pain, there was still some support.
Until the day Isabella came.
Actually, before Isabella sent her messages from a fake account, she had already sensed something.
But that day, when she showed the messages to William, he said she was deliberately framing Isabella.
That day, she came to the psychiatric department for the first time.
Her first medical record showed moderate depression.
Skylar suggested medication, but she wanted to have a child, so she only underwent regular psychological counseling without taking medicine.
William didn't care about her affairs, so he didn't know about her doctor visits or her condition.
"I feel a bit better than before," Amelia answered thoughtfully. "I've decided to let go of some things. Maybe that will help my recovery."
Skylar nodded, looking pleased.
"How's life been lately?" Skylar continued asking.
She had some understanding of Amelia's situation.
She was also aware of the recent online uproar about Isabella's death countdown live stream event.
So although she seemed pleased with Amelia's current state, she wasn't optimistic.
Because she understood what William meant to Amelia all these years.
Amelia looked at Skylar's white desk and paused for about three seconds.
Finally, she smiled, "Actually, not very good."
Just saying this one sentence, her eyes reddened slightly.
But she immediately held it back.
"Dr. Tate," she said. "I've decided—let's start medication."
Before, it was because she still had hope for William and wanted to have a child with him, so she only did counseling.
Now she didn't want him anymore, didn't want a child anymore.
So, she could take medication now.
Skylar looked at Amelia, worried. Amelia seemed to be getting worse. She was considering whether to notify Amelia's family member, William.