Chapter 440


    Amelia''s smile hadn''t disappeared ever since she saw these two energetic kids. She found it both


    amusing and surprising especially when hearing Ashley''s announcement that Rick was a pig


    instead of a dog.


    Nora had been watching them having fun. Seeing that they''ve been outside for quite a while, she


    couldn''t help but urge them, "Patrick, Amelia, let''s hurry inside. Although it''s not snowing, the


    freezing air out here might bring on a cold."


    "Alright!" Amelia answered from a distance. She held Andrew with one hand and grabbed tightly the


    rope connected to the dog with the other hand. After giving Patrick a look, she walked carefully with


    others over the snow to the inner courtyard.


    The courtyard was different from the cold and moist outside. The domestic servants had been


    cleaning it and made sure there was no snow here. Noting that the ground was not slippery, Patrick


    put down Ashley, leaving her to run to Amelia and y with the dog.


    Owen, who was a few steps behind, asked abruptly, "What do you think about father''s matter?"


    Patrick looked far away as he asked absentmindedly, "Think about what?"


    Owen sighed. "Forgive him. No one could guarantee that they themselves would never make a


    mistake."


    Patrick said in a deep voice, "But he made mistakes again and again."


    Owen reached out to pat his brother''s stiff shoulders. "Mom couldn''t be ruled out as one of the


    causes of Dad''s mistakes. She has really changed a lot recently and is no longer the woman he


    could tell everything to."


    Patrick looked back at him. "Owen, what about you? Can you forgive him?"


    Owen said slowly, "I can. From the perspective of fairness... I feel even more sorry for him."


    "Sorry for him?" Patrick felt as if he had heard a joke.


    Owen frowned. "We alleged his so-called faults. But in fact, when you insist that he has cheated on


    Mom, did he really do that? Did you or Mom see it with your own eyes? Just because he was close


    with a woman the same age as him, everyone ims that he is a cheater? If that''s the case, I must


    not y husband with any female colleague when doing special mission."


    Patrick''s voice was hoarse. "I..."


    Owen continued, "In the end, didn''t we force him to leave? I have been thinking about the whole


    thing these days. I think we shouldn''t spoil Mom unconditionally as a victim because of her suicide


    while treating Dad as a hateful culprit."


    "Think about it. If the situation is the opposite. If it has not been Mom but Dad whomitted


    suicide, you would probably say something like he should be with Jocelyn, wouldn''t you?"


    Patrick stiffened as a trace of softness shed through his cold eyes. If Howard had been the one


    who tried to murder himself, would Patrick hate Eve instead?


    "Owen, I''m confused now..." In front of Owen, Patrick no longer seemed to be his omnipotent self.


    Owen gave a wry smile, "I''ve been there, too. But it will eventually pass. If everyone keeps staring


    at that hurdle in front of us, we will never move on, will we?"


    "I see..." Owen had chipped a hole in the hard ice in Patrick''s heart. The hole was not big, but at


    least Patrick could feel that something was slowly melting. And he knew very clearly that it was his


    hatred to Howard.


    "Here we are." Soon, Amelia stopped at the bright door with Andrew and Rick. She looked down at


    the dog and said, "Rick, after getting in, remember to behave yourself. Don''t bite anything or run


    anywhere. Did you hear me?"


    Rick was teething and would like to grind everything it got. It didn''t matter when Rick was at Land of


    Fragrance. After all, it was their home. But now, they were in a ce that even Amelia herself had


    to be careful, so Rick was never allowed to act willfully.


    In fact, Amelia hadn''t nned to bring Rick over at first. But on second thoughts, given that they


    would meet Andrew and Ashley today at the Hopper''s, she finally decided to take Rick here.


    Rick rubbed his big head against Amelia''s trousers as if to say that it would be good.


    Amelia tightened the rope in her hand, pondering that if it wouldn''t work, she could tie Rick up so


    that no one would have nothing toin about.


    After the bell rang, Florence opened the door for them. She was wearing a red low-cut skirt with a


    jar of confetti in her hand. When she saw a figureing in, she released it. "Merry Christmas! Ah!


    It''s you!"


    Seeing Florence froze at the sight of herself, Amelia said with a smile, leaving the confettinding


    on her shoulder. "Merry Christmas, Florence!"


    Florence hurried to nod. "Merry Christmas, Amelia."


    It had been two months since Florence had moved out from Land of Fragrance, during which she


    had been working in the airlines. In fact, she had stopped being angry with Amelia a long time ago,


    it was just that she was too proud to talk to Amelia. Now seeing Amelia out of the blue, Florence


    couldn''t help but feel a little excited and guilty.


    Noting the stiff look Florence had put on the moment they saw each other, Amelia guessed that


    Florence still hated her for Eve''s sake. She was a little awkward. "Florence..."


    "Sorry, Amelia..." Florence suddenly pulled Amelia to a ce where they were alone and was too


    emotional to speak incoherently. "I shouldn''t be mad at you and vent anger on you because of Dad.


    In fact, how could you be the kind of woman who only cared about money..."


    "After what has happened, Dad asked me to the study room and showed me his will. Then I


    understood everything. Amelia, I''m sorry for using you in the hospital... I was so inconsiderate...


    Would you... Would you forgive me?"


    Amelia looked at her lower and lower head and said gently, "Florence, I forgave you a long time


    ago."


    Florence sniffed. In the end, she couldn''t help let out a cry, wrapped her arms around Amelia''s neck,


    and burst into tears. "That''s why I like you the most..."


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    The more she liked Amelia, the sadder she was when she had been hurt. That was how Florence


    felt now.


    Amelia rubbed her head andforted her, "Well, don''t cry. It''s Christmas today. If you cry this


    hard, you are going to wash away all of your luck."


    Florence hurried to look up, wiped her tears, and nodded to Amelia, "You''re right. The Hoppers


    have been unlucky enough. I couldn''t wash away the remaining luck with tears."