Chapter 300: Treat Me as the Second Option

Chapter 300: Treat Me as the Second Option

William was still kneeling over there.

His head hung low, tears soaking the floor in front of him.

Just as Amelia and York were about to leave the tea room,

William suddenly spoke up: "Make me your second choice."

"When he's not available to take care of you, let me take care of you... be by your side."

He looked up at their retreating figures.

He couldn't lose her.

Even if she was going to be with York.

But as long as she kept a little space for him in her heart, he was willing.

"Even if it's just out of pity." William said.

York paused slightly and glanced back at William.

So he wanted to share Amelia with him?

York certainly didn't want that.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Amelia.

But Amelia didn't say anything. She looked up at York, then led him out of the tea room.

Without sparing William a second glance.

As the tea room door closed, William sat on the floor.

He stared at the closed door, crying and laughing at the same time, his emotions collapsing.

She wouldn't even accept him as a second choice?

The shadows of the trees outside the window fell across his body. William closed his eyes in pain.

……

York accompanied Amelia back to the car.

The two of them sat in the back seat, and the driver headed back to the Jenkins Villa.

Amelia felt a bit tired, so she leaned back in the car and closed her eyes to rest.

York looked at her, wanting to say something but holding back.

He was a bit worried.

Because he knew William had once treated her well too.

He knew she and William had shared seven years together, something he couldn't compete with.

They had even had two children together.

He worried she might soften and agree to William's proposal.

He wanted more and more now.

Many years ago, just being able to watch her was enough.

Later, when he discovered William wasn't treating her well, he wanted to take care of her.

Then he wanted to take William's place.

And now, he wanted to have her all to himself.

But if she really agreed to William's proposal, what would he do?

Lost in thought, York's mind was in turmoil.

Just then, York suddenly noticed Amelia had opened her eyes and was looking at him.

"What's wrong?" Amelia asked, puzzled.

York didn't know what to say. These were his selfish thoughts.

Looking at York's expression, Amelia remembered what William had just said.

"I'm not planning to agree to him." Amelia said softly.

York's gaze shifted away.

Amelia found it somewhat amusing.

"York, are you... jealous?" Amelia teased him.

The driver was in the front, and the partition was already raised, so they could speak freely.

York gripped Amelia's hand tightly.

"I am jealous." York said.

Now it was Amelia's turn to feel a bit embarrassed.

York looked at Amelia seriously and said: "I'm always afraid you don't like me that much."

"I'm afraid I can't compare to your seven years together."

"I'm jealous of him."

Looking into York's serious eyes, Amelia was slightly stunned.

She could feel his insecurity at that moment.

After thinking for a moment, Amelia took his hand and placed it over her heart on the left side.

Then she leaned in and kissed his lips.

York kissed her back. After a long while, they separated.

York looked at her, not understanding what she meant.

Amelia smiled and patted his hand resting on her heart.

"Can you feel my heartbeat?" she said.

"He and I are over." Amelia said, "York, now it's us who are together."

York smiled, the ice and snow in his eyes melting away.

He held Amelia and kissed her.

The car continued toward the Jenkins Villa.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side.

William had already been picked up from the tea room by his assistant.

After seeing that Amelia and York had left and there was still no movement for a long time, the assistant tried knocking on the door. Finally, worried, he pushed it open to find William sitting on the floor with his head hanging low.

He looked utterly dejected.

"Mr. Brown, what's wrong?" The assistant was very anxious. He let go of the wheelchair and rushed to William's side, waving his hand in front of William's eyes.

The assistant didn't know what had happened in the tea room, but seeing William's dazed state, he wondered if he had been beaten senseless.

"Mr. Brown? Mr. Brown, answer me!"

But William just stared blankly at a spot on the floor, his eyes vacant.

The assistant grew more anxious and shook William.

William still showed no change. The assistant immediately pulled out his phone to call 911.

But as the assistant moved, he accidentally knocked over the cup of tea on the table that Amelia hadn't finished.

The teacup tipped over, tea spilling across the table.

It was cold.

William looked at the tea and laughed self-mockingly.

A cup of cold tea.

Just like him right now.

She would rather spill it than have him.

As the assistant was about to dial, William reached out and covered the assistant's phone.

Seeing William move, the assistant finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Brown, let me help you up." The assistant said, first wheeling the wheelchair in, then helping William into it.

William still looked dejected. The assistant wheeled him back to the car and helped him in.

"Mr. Brown, where should we go now?" the assistant asked.

"Back to the apartment." William said.

The car drove all the way back to the apartment building.

With the assistant pushing him, William returned to the apartment.

He lay back down on the bed, looking at the folded blanket beside him, grief-stricken.

She didn't want him anymore, not even as a second choice.

What was he supposed to do?

William painfully opened the bedside drawer.

Inside were their old wedding rings.

He had strung the two rings together, one large and one small, side by side, like the two of them together.

He had always treasured them here.

But they weren't together.

She had York now.

They had already been intimate.

And they would probably have children later...

The afternoon sunlight slanted into the room, falling on the open bedside drawer.

Shining on another object in the drawer.

It was the tanzanite.

The tanzanite reflected light under the sunshine.

William reached out and picked up the tanzanite.

He suddenly remembered the scene he had once witnessed of Amelia buying this tanzanite.

Calculating the time, William suddenly realized...

When she bought this tanzanite, she was already pregnant.

So she had specifically bought this tanzanite for their child.

If their child had been born safely, then this tanzanite would have been the child's birthday gift.

William's hand holding the tanzanite trembled slightly.

She had put this tanzanite up for auction at the charity gala because the child was gone.

The realization came too late.

William thought back to that charity auction gala.

He remembered her raising the bid again and again.

He remembered her eyes looking at him through the mask.

So at that time, in her eyes, after he had killed their child, he was also trying to take away their child's birthday gift for Isabella's sake.

Belated pain and sorrow overwhelmed him.

Tears fell drop by drop onto the tanzanite.

His heart felt like it was splitting open.

What had he... what had he done?