Chapter 100 A Few Days Later, No Longer Related to Him
Felicity cried while sneaking glances at William.
But all she saw was William's cold stare.
"Felicity, if you want experience, you can go to any major securities firm, public or private fund in the country."
"That department belongs to the Martinez family anyway."
"You have a problem with her, and you did it on purpose."
William spoke sentence by sentence, his voice very cold.
Felicity didn't respond, looking at William with stubborn anger.
William didn't want to deal with Felicity anymore.
He finally understood the true meaning of that "Bullfighter's Song" just now, and the meaning behind Amelia's cold look when she left.
She had always valued the Martinez family. With Felicity provoking her like that, of course she'd be angry.
Plus seeing Isabella here...
But even so, Amelia still shouldn't have thrown wine at Felicity in front of everyone.
"Drop your little schemes," William said seriously.
William left after speaking, leaving Felicity standing there alone.
Felicity swept everything off the vanity table.
William walked all the way back to his car, where Isabella had specifically come to wait for him.
"William." Isabella looked very anxious. "I'll go explain everything to Amelia. We were there because of Louis..."
But William just looked at her helplessly.
"How are you going to explain?" William said. "She doesn't know what happened back then."
"Back then, I didn't want it to be that way either... William, I didn't want to..." Isabella started crying.
Isabella cried miserably.
"I know." William comforted her. He let out a long sigh and said, "Today was just a coincidence, Isabella. I'll handle this."
...
On the other side.
Amelia drove along the main road.
Around her were dim yellow streetlights, with retreating street scenes on both sides.
She didn't know where she wanted to go.
She thought of Jasper again.
She wanted to see Briar, but was afraid that her bad mood would affect Briar.
Just then, her phone vibrated.
Amelia glanced at it—it was a call from Jeffrey.
Composing herself, Amelia touched the answer button.
Jeffrey launched right into a rant: "I'm so pissed! How can William be such a jerk! Attending with you but bringing Isabella along!"
Amelia knew Jeffrey was afraid she'd bottle it up, so he specifically called to curse out William.
"And that Isabella too, I've never seen anyone so disgusting. Didn't they say she only had six months to live!"
Jeffrey went on to thoroughly curse out Isabella.
Listening to Jeffrey's endless stream of creative insults, Amelia wondered if he'd taken supplementary classes at a cursing training camp.
Thinking about it, Amelia found it amusing and laughed out loud.
This made Jeffrey on the other end of the phone relax too.
"It won't be much longer." Jeffrey's voice came through. "Just a few more days. In a few days, you and he will have nothing to do with each other."
Amelia looked calmly at the road ahead.
"Okay." Amelia responded firmly.
After chatting a bit more, Amelia hung up.
The car continued driving on the road, with Amelia wandering through the city's night.
She didn't know where she wanted to go, what her destination was.
Jeffrey's call just now seemed to improve her mood a little, but only a little.
From the night William proposed divorce until now, over twenty days had passed.
Once, her life plan was to be with William to grow the Brown Group, develop the Martinez family, and investigate the truth about Jasper's death.
With the Brown family as backing, with him and her mutually loving each other, everything would get better. But now...
Everything had changed.
Today's difficulties from Felicity were just a small ripple.
But it still made her irritable.
The car continued driving aimlessly through the city.
Finally, Amelia's car stopped below a hotel building.
Looking at the light from a room on the third floor, and the shadow reflected on the curtain, Amelia felt inexplicably emotional.
Recently, Beatrix had come to Shadow City to handle Briar's adoption paperwork and had been staying here.
She had found the hotel for Beatrix—a suite, comfortable enough.
But the relationship between mother and daughter was so distant.
Actually, she knew that after Jasper's death, she wasn't the only one affected.
Beatrix was too.
But for various reasons, in the end, they had become like this.
Amelia's phone vibrated.
It was a call from Beatrix.
Amelia hesitated slightly, but finally touched the answer button.
"Come up, I saw your car." Her voice came through.
Amelia looked up and saw the window on the third floor that had been opened, and the woman standing by it.
"Okay." Amelia responded.
She made her way to the suite, and before she could knock, the door was already opened from inside.
The two looked at each other.
But neither called out to the other.
Amelia couldn't call out "Mom."
Beatrix couldn't call out "Amelia."
The two remained silent, then she got slippers for Amelia.
After changing shoes, Amelia followed Beatrix to the living room.
The two sat silently on the sofa.
After a long while, Amelia spoke first: "Since you came to Shadow City, have you visited him?"
"Yes." Beatrix responded.
They both knew this "him" referred to her stepfather.
The stepfather in prison.
No, former stepfather—they were already divorced.
Thinking about it, Amelia said: "I'm getting divorced."
Beatrix's expression didn't change. She responded: "Okay."
Then silence again.
The clock on the wall ticked softly. After who knows how long, Beatrix said: "I'll handle Briar's paperwork. In the future, don't come here anymore."
This was telling her to leave.
Amelia looked at Beatrix.
She looked for a long time, then nodded: "Okay."
Just like that.
After a few brief words, the two parted.
Before leaving, Amelia took out all the cash from her bag, along with the necklace she removed, and placed them in the entryway.
Amelia got back in her car and drove off.
She had thought driving around aimlessly would improve her mood, but now it was even worse.
The night wind blew past, sweeping away some fallen leaves by the roadside. Amelia felt a bit cold.
Forget it.
Go back.
Take a nice bath, get some sleep, and tomorrow when she woke up, everything would be better.
But just as she drove to the residential complex where she rented, she saw William's Maybach parked there.
He had found where she lived after all.
Even though she hadn't told him.
But she knew that as long as William wanted to find out, it was only a matter of time.
Amelia didn't think too much about it. She parked her car and got out.
Amelia walked straight toward the building without looking sideways, but was still stopped.
"Amelia." William called her name, taking two quick steps to block her path.