Chapter 57 The Most Beautiful Words of Love, You Are in My Life
William didn't say much, just pushed the safe containing the tanzanite further into the car.
The tanzanite - he wasn't planning to give it to Isabella.
That was why he'd bid on the ruby pendant.
As long as he gave the pendant to Isabella, he only needed a clumsy excuse to keep the tanzanite.
But even at this moment, William himself didn't understand why he needed to find an excuse.
He never needed reasons for what he did.
...
Meanwhile, Amelia had gotten off the helicopter and was now in the Maybach coming to take her back to the hospital.
The car drove smoothly as she curled up in the back seat.
"How are you feeling? Are you okay?" Jeffrey looked at her with concern.
Amelia just shook her head lightly to indicate she was fine, looking out at the streets through the window.
One charity gala had drained so much of her energy. The mental exhaustion now outweighed her physical weakness.
The night had grown late.
Strong winds swept up willow catkins from the streets, spinning them upward in what looked like small whirlpools.
When was the last time she'd been this mentally drained?
It seemed to be four years ago in Harmony City.
On the giant ship at sea, amid the clinking of glasses, someone held her hand tightly, raising the paddle again and again.
Watching two people fight red-faced in his invisible grip, easily making his opponent pay half their fortune, he held her hand and said softly:
"Amelia, in business battles, letting emotions take over is taboo - just like them right now."
That year they worked together, coordinating with multiple parties to drive up that auction, depleting the target's funds in advance so they could more securely win their target item.
Finally, they boarded the small boat that came early to pick them up with their auction item, quietly watching as chaos began on that giant ship, and she stood by his side.
The wind on deck was strong that night, and he blocked most of the sea breeze for her.
He once said he wouldn't easily speak of love, but she was in his plans for the future.
Back then, she thought that was the most beautiful love talk.
She also once believed that beautiful love meant two people equally matched, advancing hand in hand, so she would work hard too.
But later...
Amelia closed her eyes.
Later, Isabella appeared.
Jeffrey beside her instructed the driver to drive carefully, then started scrolling through his phone.
The more he looked, the angrier he got.
Amelia sensed his mood and turned to ask: "What's wrong?"
Jeffrey didn't want to say.
But Amelia just looked at him.
Finally, he understood that even if he didn't tell her, with all the marketing flooding the internet, she'd find out soon enough anyway.
So he handed his phone to Amelia.
Amelia took it, scrolling through the content.
Jeffrey sat beside her, his face twisted with anger: "What is all this stuff online!"
"Shouldn't they be praising you for standing up to William and not losing in the psychological battle? Why is it all praising Isabella?"
"And there are rumors saying you're faking your donation?"
"That's ridiculous! That tanzanite is yours, you definitely donated way more money than Isabella. The one really faking donations is Isabella!"
"The Adams Group didn't even invite Isabella in the first place - she just forced her way in!"
The more Jeffrey talked, the angrier he got.
After Amelia finished reading silently, she returned the phone to Jeffrey.
"She's by William's side, so naturally those donations count toward her too," Amelia said calmly.
"But..."
Jeffrey wanted to say something, but finally closed his mouth.
[But you two haven't finished the divorce process yet. Right now they're spending your and William's marital assets.] - Jeffrey wanted to say.
But he was afraid of hurting her feelings.
Only Amelia already knew what he meant.
She smiled, looking at him: "William and I have a prenup. There are many things I can't take with me."
Seeing Jeffrey frown, she added: "Isn't it all like this? The Adams family is the same, right?"
"As for these online rumors, Jeffrey, I'm not ready to reveal my true identity yet."
Only then did Jeffrey nod.
He understood clearly.
He just felt it wasn't fair to her.
Amelia looked at Jeffrey, understanding his thoughts, then continued looking out the car window.
Jeffrey looked up at Amelia's profile.
If he were strong enough to beat Beck and Zaid, to have a voice in front of Oliver, wouldn't today's situation not require her to step in and solve it?
His fists clenched tight, and finally, he looked away.
The night was quiet as the car broke through the whirlpools of willow catkins, heading toward the hospital.
At this moment, in the extended Bentley, three people from the Jenkins family sat inside.
The woman looked at the overwhelming marketing online with disdain.
Otis beside her even voiced his complaints directly: "Are these people really that blind? Is Isabella's marketing really worth all this attention? They should be paying attention to this person called Lika's abilities!"
The woman glanced at Otis and said: "Of course you can see what's really going on, but most people can't understand these twists and turns. Besides, they only want to see gossip - they're not interested in auctions."
Otis pursed his lips. Actually, he knew that too.
But he just didn't like that Isabella.
"Day after day, what can she do besides marketing?" Otis said. "If she's sick, go get treatment. If it can't be treated, find somewhere more advanced. Since she's by William's side, she won't lack money or resources."
"Even if it really can't be cured, what's the point of making all this fuss every day? Isn't she supposed to be kind? Kind to everyone, just not kind to Amelia..."
Before Otis could finish, his head got punched by his sister.
"You hit me again!" Otis complained unhappily.
The woman rolled her eyes at him: "I see you have endless things to say every day. My ears are getting calluses from listening."
Otis was even more dissatisfied.
"That's exactly why I hit you," Xyla Jenkins said helplessly. "I know you hate Isabella. Honestly, I hate her too, but you need to see through the surface to the essence."
Xyla looked at her brother sitting beside her and said: "Isabella has very strong personal marketing skills. Behind her, there must be a very strong marketing team."
Otis still looked dazed, like a silly big dog.
Xyla was speechless and explained: "Look - everything she says sounds decent, everything sounds kind to Amelia, nothing seems to target Lika, but in the end, all the netizens get led astray, and it's all dissatisfaction with Amelia and Lika everywhere."
"Sure, part of it is her speaking technique, but it also requires a marketing team working with her."