Chapter 6 Her Refusal: I'm Busy
When William was driving back to the villa, his phone kept ringing.
He looked at the incoming call from Cleo and felt a headache coming on.
At the last ring, William hit the brakes and answered the phone.
"Grandma," he said gently.
"So you do remember I'm your grandmother!" Cleo's strong voice came through. "What's going on with that Isabella?"
William rubbed his temples and answered patiently, "Isabella is sick. She doesn't have bad intentions."
"William, is there something wrong with your brain?" Cleo scolded. "She doesn't have bad intentions? She clearly knows you're married, yet she's still involved with you in this messy way. I've never seen such a shameless person. Break it off with her right now and go make things right with Amelia!"
William frowned, and Amelia's face flashed through his mind.
A sense of annoyance rose in his heart.
"Did Amelia complain to you?" His voice turned cold.
"Does Amelia need to tell us?" Cleo's voice was full of anger. "The news is everywhere online. William, you listen to me - Amelia is your wife. How could you stand by another woman while watching Amelia fall to the ground?!"
"How do you think that makes her look? And there were so many reporters there!"
William suddenly remembered the earlier situation, and that momentary hurt in her eyes. It did seem a bit bad.
Then he dismissed his own thought.
He said, "No, Grandma, she saw the news online and deliberately went to the hospital to confront Isabella."
"Let me talk." Finn took the phone.
"William." Finn's voice came through the receiver. "You were the one who brought Amelia to me and said you wanted to marry her. Since you married her, you need to take responsibility for her!"
"Grandpa..."
"Come home for dinner tonight." Without giving William any chance to explain, Finn had spoken. "Bring Amelia."
With that, Finn hung up.
Leaving William sitting alone in the car.
His left hand unconsciously tapped the steering wheel, his brow furrowed.
He searched for Amelia's contact on his phone.
She still hadn't replied to his previous message.
Feeling somewhat irritated, he still held back and called Amelia.
It took a long time before Amelia answered.
"What are you doing?" William asked coldly.
"Is there something you need?" Amelia didn't answer but asked him back.
William rubbed his head and said, "Why did you go to the hospital to confront Isabella today?"
"I didn't," Amelia's voice was calm. "I just went to see Mia."
"Amelia, don't lie to me!" The irritation in his heart rose again, and William gradually became impatient.
But all that came from the other end was her soft laugh.
Casual.
As if she didn't care at all.
It made him even more annoyed.
But thinking of Finn's order, he felt helpless.
"Come home with me tonight," he finally said.
"I'm not free." Amelia's voice came through clearly, without a hint of hesitation.
"It's Grandpa's order," William frowned.
The next moment, Amelia hung up.
Only the busy tone remained on the phone.
William was slightly stunned, his brow furrowed into a knot.
When he called again, she didn't answer.
Cars flowed back and forth on the roadside. William stared at his phone in silence for a while.
Finally, he put away his phone, restarted the car, and drove all the way to their marital villa.
The sky was gradually darkening.
After parking, William walked straight into the house.
As soon as he opened the entrance door, his face was cold.
"Amelia."
He called her name coldly.
But there was no response at all.
Only then did he notice that the entrance light wasn't on, and the whole house was pitch black.
William was slightly stunned. In the past, every time he came home, there was at least one small lamp left on for him. Often, on the living room sofa, there would be Amelia waiting for him to return, fallen asleep while reading.
William turned on the light and looked at the sofa.
But the sofa was empty, without her figure.
If before he was only troubled about going home because of Isabella and Cleo, now, inexplicably, he began to feel restless.
He turned on all the lights in the house at once and went room by room looking for her.
Not in the living room, not in the kitchen, not in the bathroom either.
No one in any of the bedrooms or study.
She wasn't home?
Not answering the phone either.
Where did she go?
It seemed this fake divorce had made her very angry, and she was making a big fuss.
Whatever.
She would come to understand. Isabella only had six months. His wife would only be Amelia.
But right now, even though she was throwing a tantrum and wouldn't go to the Brown Villa, he couldn't not go.
Thinking this, William went to the storage room.
He took out some health supplements.
On his way out, he thought for a moment, put the things down, and went back to their bedroom.
The bedroom still had the scent of that perfume.
The one he had given her.
William's brow relaxed slightly.
Taking a few sets of his clothes, William left in a hurry.
He didn't notice that in the large wardrobe where their clothes used to hang side by side, now only his half remained.
He also didn't notice that all the items that used to come in pairs now stood alone.
It looked less warm, only coldly monotonous.
...
Meanwhile, on the other side.
At the beauty center.
Amelia and Mia were getting their nails done.
Mia saw that Amelia had specifically chosen materials safe for pregnant women and shook her head helplessly.
She said, "Didn't you say you were going to terminate it? Why are you still using pregnancy-safe products?"
Amelia smiled, "If I have the choice, I'll choose it. It's still in my belly."
Mia shrugged indifferently, looking at her own sparkling nails, very happy.
Amelia lowered her eyes slightly, looking at the nails on her hands.
William had stomach problems.
After marrying him, she cooked every day and hadn't gotten her nails done in a long time.
"Whatever works," Mia said. "As long as you're willing to change."
"Nails are just the beginning. There's also your hairstyle, your clothes."
"Amelia, I remember when we weren't even 10 years old, we were already sneaking around in high heels."
"There's no reason to go backwards now."
Mia admired her nails while saying, "It's just a shame that now that I'm a doctor, I can't be so flashy anymore."
Amelia smiled too.
Yes, she was originally a bold person.
It was only because she fell in love with William that she catered to his preferences.
How many days and nights had she believed that life's greatest happiness was being with the one she loved, cooking for him, having and raising children with him, growing old together happily.
But now it seemed it was all just a joke.
Fortunately, it wasn't too late to change everything.
She wanted to get her life back on track.