Chapter 236


    Milton''s coughing subsided after a while in the car, and he covered his lips with a tissue and asked,


    appalled, "Didn''t I ask you to take me home? Why are you talking about taking me to the hospital


    again?"


    " Your cough was so serious. I''m worried about you." Amelia did not want something bad to happen


    to her friend.


    Milton gave her aplicated look. "I''m fine. I was just identally choked by the soup."


    Amelia was still worried. "Are you sure you don''t need to go to the hospital?"


    Milton was silent for a moment. He could tell Amelia that Patrick had put wasabi in the soup. But


    when he recalled how she and Patrick had fought against each other just now, he didn''t want to


    deepen the contradiction between them. After all, it was Amelia who would always suffer losses.


    "No, I''ll go home and take a rest." Milton insisted.


    "All right." Amelia had no choice but to send Milton back to his own home.


    In the process, a phone call came in. Amelia thought it was Patrick and she felt that it would not be


    a good thing. Probably he was teaching her a lesson again, so she didn''t answer it.


    When the second call came in, Milton thought it was inconvenient for her to answer the phone, so


    he asked her in a hoarse voice, "Do you need me to answer it for you?" "No!" Amelia refused


    without thinking.


    The second call went quiet after a few rings. It seemed that the one who called her was not patient


    enough.


    After dropping Milton off safely at home, Amelia and Milton''s mother, Sierra, chatted amiably, and


    Sierra looked at Milton, who was resting on the couch, and lowered her voice to Amelia, "I have


    something to say to you alone, would youe to my room for a moment?"


    Amelia smiled and said, "Sure."


    At Sierra''s room, she pulled out a stack of files with pictures attached from a drawer and exined


    under Amelia''s strange look, "These are the blind dates I''ve scouted out for Milton, so you can help


    me see which one is a better match for Milton."


    Amelia was startled, then realized that Sierra''s actual purpose was to test whether she had feelings


    for Milton beyond those of a friend and if she did, she was bound to show disgust at the pictures


    and not help Milton pick a suitable match.


    In Sierra''s scrutinizing eyes, Amelia lowered her head and flipped the information up and down,


    before pointing at the photo with a flourish, "Aunt Sierra, I think this girl is good, look at her, she has


    a nice face and is very elegant, look at the way she dresses, she looks like the educated type, I


    think she is a good match for Milton. How do you think?"


    Sierra sighed that Milton had been showing ack of interest in the blind date, and she wanted to


    test whether Amelia was interested in her son, but it turned out that her son was making a fool of


    himself.


    "Can you help me a favor." Sierra suddenly asked.


    "Sure." Amelia smiled faintly.


    "Milton''s not so young now, help me persuade him to fall in love and get married, he''s the only son I


    have, I don''t want The Cook family to go extinct."


    Amelia looked at Sierra''s worried face and said, "Aunt Sierra, you''re taking this too seriously! Didn''t


    he go on that blind date you set up for Milton? I believe he wants to have a family."


    "You don''t understand." Sierra sighed, "He''s all over me, every time hees back he says the


    blind date is bad and he''s trying to piss me off"


    Amelia said gently "I''ll persuade him more. Don''t worry."


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    Aftering out of Sierra''s room, Amelia said to Milton, "I''m going home, don''t go to bed toote."


    "Well." Milton was drinking cough drops, got up from the couch and approached her, "What did my


    mother tell you?"


    "Nothing." Amelia thought, but added, "The youngest of The Hopper Family is a good girl and she''s


    single, would you like to be formally introduced sometime?"


    Milton was first stunned, then shocked, "You don''t mean Florence, do you?" After a pause, he said


    extremely seriously, "No, I''m not with her."


    Amelia wasn''t going to force it, so she shrugged and walked away.


    Milton smiling bitterly at her back, maybe it was time for him to have a girlfriend.


    Back in the car, Amelia thought about the two missed calls she had made earlier and retrieved her


    phone from her purse.


    She clicked on the call log and saw that one of the callers was Brittany and the other was Daniel.


    What the hell are they doing?


    Amelia had a bad feeling, and she called back Brittany''s cell phone number, but Daniel''s voice


    came across the line.


    Daniel said with a gloomy tone, "You finally answer the phone!"


    Amelia frowned irritably. "Howe it''s you? Where''s Brittany?"


    Daniel then said, "She was apanying your Dad, and her phone was left with me. Listen, your


    Dad was vomited and was unconscious at home this afternoon. Now he is in XX Hospital. The


    doctor diagnosed that your Dad had a stroke..."


    Before Daniel could finish his sentence, Amelia''s hand began to tremble and the phone slid into the


    crack of the car seat, still carrying the unclear sound of Daniel''s side of the conversation.


    "A stroke? It''s impossible!" Amelia was unable to ept this fact in her mind, then she was so upset


    that hit the steering wheel with her forehead!


    When she lifted her head back up, she saw herself in the rearview mirror with disheveled hair and


    red eyes.


    Teardrops that had gathered at her chin dripped onto the steering wheel as she tilted her head up.


    The car had good soundproof effect, no matter how much she yelled she wouldn''t draw strange


    looks from passersby outside, and after venting she calmed down again.


    Thinking that Daniel was a calcting man, she questioned his words and decided to make an


    impromptu trip back to The Ramsay Family.


    On the road, her mind began to conjure up images of George sitting on the wooden couch in the


    living room, reading the newspaper and drinking tea, and as she thought about it, her tears


    overflowed her eyes again, which frequently blurred her vision as she looked straight ahead.


    Inside therge private room of the Royal Joy Club.


    Patrick gently shook his ss of wine and looked with disgust at Charles, who was kissing the


    dancer hotly, and thought that it was gross...


    Yes, gross.


    Now Patrick was sick of watching all these escorts and dancers, and only his wife was pure...


    Sh*t! Why did he have to remember Amelia who left home with her best friend? Patrick tilted his


    head back and drained the wine, forcing himself to forget about her temporarily.