Chapter 376
The smile on Amelia''s face disappeared when she saw Gilbert''s miserable condition.
She pointed at Gilbert and questioned Alice in a harsh voice, "That''s what you meant when you said
he has woken up! Huh?"
In case that Amelia would misunderstand, Alice hurried to exin, "Amelia, listen, in a medical
sense, your father has regained his consciousness. As for his mobility, I''m afraid..."
Alice wanted to speak but stopped. Amelia''s heart sank. She rushed straight to the doctor and
asked, "Doctor, I am the patient''s daughter. Tell me the truth, is that normal for my father to be in
such a condition?"
The doctor adjusted his sses and said, "Your father has a stroke, which manifests itself in a
crooked mouth, the failure of speaking fluently, and even inability to take care of himself. But you
don''t have to despair. Your father can see and hear you now. He just can''t move."
Just?
The simple word from the doctor was a blow to the family.
Amelia squatted beside the wheelchair, brought Gilbert''s bent hand to her cheek, and murmured,
"Dad, why did such a thing have to happen to you?"
She didn''t know if it was her illusion, but she felt the fingers on her cheek move. It was slight, but
she could feel it. She looked at Gilbert with her eyes full of tears. "Dad, you can hear me and know
that I''m Amelia, right?"
Facing her expectant face, Gilbert didn''t move his fingers...
Amelia was a little disappointed, but she had heard that if patients were told something pleasant,
they could be stimted and recover faster.
So she said in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them, "About Mom, I have already
forgiven you. As long as you get better soon, I have no objection to whoever you want to be with. I
wish you and Alice happiness... Dad."
Amelia''s voice was low, but Alice still heard it. She had mixed feelings. She had been looking
forward to this and waited for this so many years. Just when she thought that Amelia would never
recognize their rtionship, Amelia wished Gilbert and her happiness...
She hoped it would not be toote.
Aftering out of the ward, Amelia had been depressed. Kaleb and his colleagues, who were a
few steps behind her, whispered, "I don''t think Mr. Gilbert''s doing very well."
Director B echoed Director A, "That''s an understatement. His condition couldn''t have been worse!
Now he can''t even stand up, let alone return to his position in thepany!"
Kaleb shook his head affectedly. "Everyone, after seeing Gilbert''s current condition, I''m convinced
once again that supporting Daniel is a wise choice. What do you think?"
Director C agreed, "Yes. After all, both his daughters are ipetent even with help. Poor Gilbert.
He has been working for thepany for half his life, only to find that finally it would be taken over
by an outsider. If I were him, I would have long died out of anger!"
While they were chatting, Amelia clenched her fists tighter and tighter. She had tolerated the former
part of the conversations, but thetter was so rude that she stopped suddenly.
Kaleb didn''t expect Amelia to turn around abruptly and nearly bumped into her. He looked up at her
and asked, confused, "Well, Amelia, why do you stop?"
Amelia looked at him with cold eyes and turned her fury into a faint smile. "Uncle, you seem to be
very
optimistic about Daniel''s future in thepany."
Embarrassment shed across Kaleb''s face. No matter how slow he was, he realized what he had
said had been heard by Amelia. "Amelia, it''s not what you think."
"Then what is it?" Amelia asked.
"I..."
Amelia continued, "Uncle, don''t me me for not reminding you. You''re a Ramsay, and he is a
Phillips. It''s reasonable for him to support and even kiss your ass when he needs you. But when
he''s in power, do you think he will treat you the way my father did?"
Kaleb, who had been brainwashed by Daniel, actually said, "Amelia, you''re thinking too much.
Daniel is Brittany''s husband. He and Brittany will have children. Aren''t they Ramsays? In a word, he
is our family!"
Ameliaughed, although she was furious, "So by cursing my father, you want the leader of the
company to be changed as soon as possible?"
In the face of Amelia''s harsh criticism, all the directors'' faces ashened in various degrees. One of
them sneered, "What do you know? If you are that capable, you shoulde and run the
company!"
He was trying to shut Amelia up by saying that, but she retorted, "Am I talking about thepany?
I''m discussing Daniel with you! Since you''re working for a man who was able to rece the
construction materials with inferior ones, your own qualities are doubtful!"
"Besides, my father is not as healthy as before, but it doesn''t mean that he can''t recover. If you want
a new leader now, you should at least wait until he dies, shouldn''t you?"
"Finally, have you forgotten that I hold shares in thepany? Gentlemen, you''d better not piss me
off. Otherwise, if I make my decision, the first thing I will do is to go back to thepany and fire
some hypocrites who have evil intentions!"
Kaleb and other directors held their breath. Out of their expectation, Amelia wasn''t as easy to deal
with as Brittany. Amelia definitely had the potential and strength to be a leader. So they''d better not
provoke her. Otherwise, as Daniel''s leading supporters, they would be the first target of Amelia.
"Well, Amelia, don''t worry. No matter how terrible the situation could be, I would be there. I''ll never
allow those evil people to take advantage of thepany."
Kaleb smoothed the topic over and led the group to leave, looking frustrated.
Amelia''s bluff didn''t disappear until they were finally out of her sight. Now she could only intimidate
them by the shares her mother had left her. As for the future of thepany, it still depended on
how fast Gilbert could recover.
At the Land of Fragrance.
Patrick drove home and found Florence and Granny Hopper were having breakfast. Seeing
Patrick, Florence blinked and said, "Yo, Patrick, where did you have funst night?"
Patrick did not reply.
Florence took a bite of her toast and kept asking, "By the way, did you find Ameliast night?"Content property of N?velDra/ma.Org.
At the mention of Amelia, Patrick froze. After the "ident"st night, he didn''t know how to face
her.
Granny Hopper had been annoyed by her son''s affairs recently. Now that her grandson was silent,
she couldn''t help raising her voice and said, "Patrick, Florence is asking you. Why don''t you say
anything?"
Frowning, Patrick said, "I''m tired. I''m going back to my room to have a rest."