Chapter 27
Indeed, Tiffany was the best shopper amongst frence writers. She towed Amelia and shopped her
way from the first floor to the third floor. They even bought several clothes before heading to the baby
area on the fifth floor. The two then bought strollers and shoes for baby girls and boys. By the time they
were done, they had bought five carts‘ worth of items.
Massaging her temple as she stared at the carts, Amelia queried, “Tiff, don‘t you think you‘re buying a
little too much?”
Tiffany let out an awkwardugh. “It is, but don‘t worry. We can get them to deliver these to your
doorstep. You won’t need to carry them yourself.”
Huffing in amusement, Amelia took out a card from her bag, about to make payments. However, Tiffany
stopped her in the next second. “My dear, these are the gifts I‘m buying for my godchild. You can‘t fight
with me on paying for these, or else I‘ll never forgive you for this.”
Amelia then kept the card back into her bag.
In the end, Tiffany was the one who paid for everything. It was worth tens of thousands. Fortunately,
although Tiffany was a frence novelist, her novels sold well. The royalty fees she received were quite
the amount, so she had much money saved in her bank ount.
Amelia started, “Tiff, your book–The Flower‘s Secret–should be selling quite well, right?”
Tiffany nodded. “My readers are very supportive, so I’ve sold hundreds of thousands of copies. I‘ve got
quite an amount ofmission for it. If you divorce Oscar, you and I can raise the kid without any
problems.”
Feeling touched, Amelia teased, “You‘re gloating.”
Tiffany then hooked her arm around her shoulders. “My dear, your darling‘s outstation. Do you want to
stay at my ce for a few nights?”
After a quick thought, Amelia nodded.
The two then left the mall together. After having dinner in a nearby restaurant, the
two headed to the underground parking lot. However, right at the entrance of the parking lot, an Audi was
speeding toward them. Their eyes widened at it, but Tiffany was the first toe back to her senses.ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
She shoved Amelia aside and shouted, “Be careful!”
Amelia had to stumble several steps back before she could stop herself from falling. She could do
nothing but watch as the speeding Audi crashed into Tiffany, sending her flying. Instead of stopping, the
car sped off and soon disappeared into the night.
It took Amelia a long while before she rushed toward Tiffany. Crouching down and looking at the bloody
Tiffany, Amelia cried out, “Tiff!” But there was no response from the woman.
As tears streamed down her face, Amelia took out her phone and tried to call an ambnce. Yet, her
hands trembled too much for her to press those three numbers. Sobbing, she pleaded, “Can you call the
ambnce for her?”
The passersby that crowded around her told her, “Miss, don‘t panic. We‘ve called the police and the
ambnce. The ambnce wille soon.”
“Thank you!”
Two ordinary–looking women squeezed out from the crowd and uttered, “Miss, we‘re both doctors. Let us
administer first aid to your friend.
In agitation, Amelia pulled them over and choked out, “Doctor, please, save my friend.”
The two doctors then briefly checked Tiffany and gravely said, “Miss, your friend‘s injuries are quite
severe, so we can‘t guarantee that we can save her.”
The colors drained from Amelia‘s face.
Fortunately, the ambnce soon arrived. With Tiffany getting carried into the ambnce, the two doctors
and Amelia then boarded it as well.
Arriving at the hospital, Tiffany was sent straight to the emergency room as Amelia copsed against the
wall weakly.
She stared at the doors and pleaded in a soft voice, “Tiff, please be safe. What do I do if you‘re not fine?
How am I going to break the news to your parents?”
Amelia did not know how long she spent waiting outside when two police officers came to her. The
female officer politely said, “Hello, we‘re the officers in Jadeborough District. We‘re here to find out more
about the details of the ident. Your friend was the one in the ident, right?”
Hearing that, Amelia took in a deep breath before she wiped away the frown on her face. Reaching out
to shake her hand, Amelia mumbled, “Hello.”
The female officer returned the handshake and asked, “Did you see the te number of the car?”
Amelia nodded. When the car had driven off, she had reminded herself to take a look at it. As she had an
excellent memory, she was able to tell the female officer the number immediately.
Nodding her head, the female officer reassured, “All right. That‘s all we need for now. Don‘t worry. We‘ll
find the driver as soon as possible to bring justice to your friend.”.
Amelia nodded again. “Thank you, officers.”
The female officer then took a while reassuring her before leaving with the male officer.
Once the two left, Amelia fell back against the wall like a puppet whose strings were cut. And once again,
her gaze was fixed on the doors to the emergency room.
Time ticked away, and soon, five hours had gone by. Those five hours were the worst and slowest time
Amelia had to endure. Every single second was torture to her soul, and she kept praying that Tiffany
would be fine. However, the speed of the Audi was too fast, and in the recesses of her mind, she knew
Tiffany might not survive.
She dared not think of it. She was afraid that Tiffany would die in her ce, and that was something she
would never be able to forgive herself for.
Right as Amelia was mulling over the possible futures, her phone rang and made her jump in surprise.
Shaking, she dug out her phone from her bag. When she saw the name on the screen, her eyes
reddened, and something in her snapped.
Picking up the phone, she choked out, “Hello?”
Oscar‘s voice traveled out of the speakers. “What‘s wrong? Are you crying?”
Like an anxious lost child, Amelia burst into tears. “Oscar, T–Tiff, she was in an ident. I‘m so scared.
I‘m terrified.”
Through the phone speakers, Oscar‘s voice sounded deep, but it was enough tofort her. “Just
breathe and calm down. I‘m going to ask you some questions, and you‘ll answer them one at a time, all
right? Are you hurt?”.
Amelia took in a deep breath. It was as if she had found her pir of support. With Oscar on the phone,
she felt the mountain on her chest lifting a little.
“Tiff pushed me away before the car could hit me,” Amelia exined.
“I‘m d that you‘re fine. I‘ll send Jimmy to pick you upter. I‘ll take the earlier ne back, so stay put
and don‘t overthink it.”
Amelia was touched by Oscar‘s attitude. Although they were only husband and wife on papers, Oscar
had still managed to console her in a situation like this.
“Thank you, Mr. Clinton,” Amelia sincerely uttered.
Oscar fell silent for a moment before replying in a lower voice, “You‘re legally my woman. It‘s only
appropriate that I express my concern when my woman was nearly in an ident. All right, stop
overthinking it. I‘m still in a meeting right now. Once the sun rises, I‘ll take the ne back. I‘ll end the call
now.”.
With that said, Oscar ended the call.
Although Oscar did not patiently console his panicking wife like other husbands would, for him to send
someone to her meant that he was notpletely unconcerned about her.
Finally, Amelia found her heartbeat returning to its normal rate after the call with Oscar.
Soon, the Jimmy that Oscar mentioned came. Jimmy was a tall young woman in herte twenties. When
she walked toward Amelia, she politely greeted, “Hello, Mrs.. Clinton. Mr. Clinton sent me here. I‘m Jillian
Yarrow. Everyone calls me Jimmy, and you might want to call me that as well.”
shing her a smile, Amelia apologized, “I‘m sorry to trouble you toe in the middle of the night.”
“Mrs. Clinton, please don‘t. I’m Mr. Clinton‘s subordinates, and since I‘m getting paid, it‘s my job to settle
all difficult matters for him, not to mention a personal one. Mr. Clinton has told me that if I can lift your
spirits, he‘ll give me a bonus.” At that, Jimmy even winked at her. It made her seem less aloof and
cheekier, and it made Amelia smile.
Jimmy breathed a sigh of relief at that. “Mrs. Clinton, you‘ve smiled. That means I‘m halfway to
seeding in my task.”
Pointing at the chair by the side, Amelia muttered, “Please take a seat.”
Jimmy replied, “Mrs. Clinton, please sit. I‘m fine standing.”
“We‘re both about the same age, so it‘s fine if you don‘t call me Mrs. Clinton. It sounds strange. If you
don‘t mind, please call me Amelia,” Amelia offered.
Jimmy‘s eyes glistened, and she uttered sincerely, “Mrs. Clinton, you‘re much more easy–going than I
thought you would be.”
Patting at the seat beside her, Amelia repeated, “Sit.”
Instead of rejecting her again, Jimmy sat down. Right then, Amelia made a rare teasingment, “Why,
am I a ferocious beast to you?”
Jimmy shook her head. In the quiet night, the two spoke freely as if they had been friends for years.
“No. You look pretty, but it‘s the aggressive kind of pretty. No one will deny that you‘re a seductivedy,
so I thought you‘d speak and act like a rose with thorns. I didn‘t think that…” Jimmy trailed off.
“You didn‘t think that I‘d be that amiable. Are you disappointed that I’m different from what you think I
would be?” Amelia was the one to voice Jimmy‘s thoughts instead.
Hearing that, Jimmy felt embarrassed.
Amelia squeezed out a faint smile. “I dress only to impress. Mr. Clinton hopes to have a beautiful wife
that‘ll get rid of the pretty birds that flock around him. Since he‘s paying me, I’ll have to y the role
well.”
At that, Jimmy turned to look at her in surprise.
Amelia‘s eyes remained by the doors of the emergency room as she mumbled nomittally, “For Mr.
Clinton to have sent you here means that you‘re someone he trusts. I‘m sure you know well many of his
things.”
Those were the words Jimmy could not deny.