Chapter 717


    Jonathan''s wife was busied with serving Amelia food and beverages,pletely ruining Amelia''s


    initial n of resting.


    However, listening to the housewife story about her husband and their children, Amelia felt quite


    comforted.


    Amelia cherished this simple and genuine familial affection, especially after the schemes and


    mental games she had just gone through earlier.


    Then, she was reminded of the wreckage of her own family. Even if she wanted to mend the cracks


    in her heart, she could not find anything that could help her with that...


    Pushing those thoughts away from her mind, Amelia said to her, "Aunt Tucker, you don''t have to call


    me ''President Ramsay'' all the time. Just call me Amelia'', Uncle Tucker and I are quite


    straightforward toward each other."


    Aunt Tucker was considerably voluble, but she was not convinced in this respect. "No, you''re


    Jonathan''s superior, so it''s my duty to respect and call you ''President''. I can''t break the rules!"


    Amelia smiled bitterly and shook her head. "Okay then, Aunt Tucker, I respect your opinion, and you


    can call me whatever you want. But look, it''s gettingte. I won''t disturb you here any longer."


    As soon as she finished, several ringings of urgent doorbell sounded from the entrance.


    Aunt Tucker''s face lit up with joy. She poked her head out of the room and shouted into the living


    room, "It must be our boy! Jonathan? Jonathan! Open the door!"


    The aforementioned boy was Jonathan''s youngest son, who was also said to be a pair of fraternal


    twins with his eldest daughter.


    Jonathan was sitting on a rattan chair not far away from the entrance door and reading a


    newspaper. When he heard the doorbell, he routinely removed his sses from the bridge of his


    nose onto the tea table and got up to open the door.


    The door opened, then Jonathan could not hide his joy and eximed, "Hey! Our boy is back?"


    "Dad!" The son of the Tucker family was a banker and was carrying a briefcase. Although his job


    sounded decent, the asional performance evaluations drained him of his energy at the end of


    the day. "I''m hungry. Is there anything to eat?"


    Hearing that, Jonathan asked, dismayed, "Don''t tell me you didn''t have lunch again?"


    The son replied in a petty and spiteful tone, "Forget it. I was sent to attend to the clients for the


    entire day today. I didn''t even have time to drink water, let alone having lunch... Oh, dad, we have


    a...guest...?"


    The son stared nkly at Amelia as she emerged from a room. And as if he was looking at the


    woman of his dreams, he was tongue-tied.


    Jonathan shot him a re and introduced, "She''s the boss of mypany. She''s from the Ramsay


    family, so call her ''President Ramsay'' as your mother does. Oh, and also, she''s married!"


    Jonathan then turned to say to Amelia, "President Ramsay, please excuse me. This is my good-for-


    nothing and youngest son."


    Amelia swept her gaze at his slightly tanned face and saw a tinge of blush on his cheeks.


    She looked out of the window in curiosity. It was springtime, the sun in Northville should not be that


    hot, right?


    The son extended a hand to Amelia and said in a surprised tone, "President Ramsay? So you''re the


    President Ramsay that my dad often mentions about!"


    "Yes, it''s me. Nice to meet you." Amelia shook his hands with a smile and asked with interest, "Does


    Director Tucker often mentions me?"


    Regardless of the sh of warning from Jonathan''s eyes, he was eager to tell her, "My dad said that


    it''s not easy to support the whole family at such a young age. He also said how great would it be if


    your husband was willing to give you a chance! I''ve never understood what the ''chance'' meant...


    Ah! Dad, you can hit me anywhere else, but why do you always hit me on my head!?"


    Jonathan stared sharply at him from aside, "And you''re still talking? Spill more, and I''ll beat you to


    death, you idiot!"


    Amelia did not know whether tough or cry. She stopped Jonathan as he hurled another punch at


    the son''s head and said, "Uncle Tucker, it''s fine. Don''t hit him."


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    Jonathan''s lined face then flushed as he said guiltily, "President Ramsay, I''m so sorry. I meant no


    harm when I said that."


    Amelia nodded with understanding. "I know."


    Right at this moment, Aunt Tucker came out of a corner from the kitchen and said to them with a


    smile, "Dinner is ready. Boy, go wash your face. President Ramsay is having dinner in our house


    today, you can''t look shaggy."


    The son then mumbled bluntly, "Okay."


    "Aunt Tucker, I..."


    Amelia was about to refuse, but Jonathan interrupted her before she could and said, "President


    Ramsay, please stay for dinner. I''ll send you home myselfter."


    The reason he asked Amelia to stay was because Jonathan could tell that she was fond of the


    atmosphere of their family.


    Every time he thought of Amelia''s family''s situation, he could not help but feel a fatherly affection


    towards her.


    The son then dered with pride, "President Ramsay, my mother''s cooking is amazing, which is


    also the reason why I still haven''t moved to the staff dormitory since I started working. It''s your loss


    if you leave without having a taste."


    It was difficult to turn down such a warm-hearted offer. Amelia blinked nkly and said, "Very well


    then. Thank you, Uncle Tucker and Aunt Tucker. And... you."


    Noticing Amelia''s ufortable pause, the son of the Tucker family patted his chest and said, "My


    name is Miguel Tucker."


    "Zach." Amelia gently and ceremoniously called out his name.


    Miguel giggled in response, suddenly realizing that his name had a nice ring to it.


    Right then, the left ajar door was pulled open by someone from outside.


    Amelia was facing the entrance and saw the man behind the door right away.


    Her pupils constricted as she gasped in surprise, "Huxton!"


    Her voice instantly attracted the attention of the Tucker family. Looking at the stoic man who came


    in uninvited, Jonathan asked sternly, "Who are you?"


    Huxton bowed deeply before replying, "I''m sorry to disturb you all. I''m here to take madam home."


    Jonathan threw a quick look at Amelia.


    Amelia gently nodded and said, "He''s my butler."


    "President Ramsay even has a butler? That''s awesome!" expressed Miguel in admiration.


    Amelia knew that she could not stay any longer for dinner with them, so she said naturally, "Uncle


    Tucker, Aunt Tucker, I''m sorry, but I have to go back. Thank you for taking me in today. I''ll visit you


    another day!"


    Jonathan gave a sidelong look at Huxton at the door and said in disappointment, "Ahem, President


    Ramsay, you don''t have to be so polite with us. It''s just that your butler doesn''t seem to know his


    manners!"


    Huxton looked up from the ground and crossed his eyes with Jonathan''s as he said with utmost


    neutrality in his voice, "Director Tucker, sir wants me to thank you in person. Thank you for taking


    care of madam all this time."


    But Jonathan was not pleased. Even though he knew Patrick was clearly discontented with him for


    meddling in Amelia''s business, Jonathan still stood his ground. "Tell your sir I say ''you''re wee''.


    As her subordinate, it''s only natural for me to cooperate with President Ramsay''s daily work


    routine!"


    "Alright, Uncle Tucker, it''s really time for me to go." Amelia scurried to Huxton and said, "Let''s go."