Chapter 823
Owen happily agreed. "Alright Amelia! I''ll definitely remember what you''ve told me just now. Another
thing, since the issue arose because of your butler, if you don''t mind, I can step in to mediate if
necessary. I''m sure Patrick will listen to my advice."
Meanwhile back at Owen''s home.
After Owen ended the call with Amelia, he turned to look at the figure standing in the living room
and said, "I''ve tried my best to persuade your hostess to return to the Land of Fragrance, I hope you
can take the load off your mind now."
The figure raised his eyes to nce at Owen. He replied evenly, "Thanks for your help."
Owen said yfully, "You are indeed a loyal butler. Since your host has abandoned you, why should
you be concerned over his family affairs?"
Huxton twitched his lips and said, "Mr. Patrick has been like a benefactor to me, while Madam
Amelia has also treated me well. I can''t allow conflicts between them to happen just because of
me."
Owen shrugged. "But conflicts had already happened."
There was a hint of sadness and reluctance in Huxton''s eyes. He said, "As long as I get out of their
lives, Mr. and Mrs. Hopper will be able to reconcile."
"How naive of you to think that way!" Owen let out a snort.
Huxton lowered his head in dismay. "Other than that, I can''t think of any better solution."
Owen maintained his smile. "Just let me handle the issue. It''s gettingte, you should go back and
keep your girlfriendpany."
Huxton had little hope on Owen''s promise.
Nevertheless, he nodded his head and left, drooping his head along the way.
It was 10:30 p.m. at the Land of Fragrance.
The man in ck, who was standing guard at the entrance of the garden, saw a figure approaching
and shouted coldly, "Stop! State your name!"
"Amelia Ramsay." A clear voice sounded through the night, stirring up fury of excitement among the
men in ck.
"Madam!" The men in ck were delighted to see her.
Since Amelia had returned, they would be saved from frequent torment and scolding from Patrick.
"Well, can I go in?"
Amelia, who was walking ahead of them, stopped in her tracks and asked for permission to enter,
like how a guest would ask.
"Yes, of course!" The men in ck would be d to carry Amelia into the house if she had not
moved.
"Madam, please go ahead!" They urged.
Amelia nodded and walked past the men in ck, pretending to appear calm as she walked along
the garden path to the building.
As she got closer to the vi, she became moodier.
"Patrick must be waiting for me with a scornfulugh." Amelia thought.
Even if she had told Patrick that she came to repay his brother''s kindness, he would misinterpret
her intention and thought that she was just giving excuse toe see him, though she was indeed
a bit concerned about his condition...
In a blink of an eye, Amelia had came to the door. She had mixed feelings about pressing the
doorbell, as she was not ready to see Patrick sneering at her with his handsome face.
She had the urge to turn back, as she thought that she should not give up something she persisted
just to falter upon Owen''s words.
Amelia had wanted to retrieve her phone from her
pocket.
"Perhaps I should call Owen right now to negotiate for another term?" She thought.
However, she dropped the idea the next moment. She had not wanted to offend someone by
making empty promises, especially when it came to Owen.
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Amelia stood by the door and twirled her hair that was hanging over her chest in frustration. The
men in ck were anxious to see her remained stationary at the door.
Man in ck A said, "Why is she not pressing the doorbell?"
Man in ck B wondered, "Is the doorbell broken?"
Man in ck C denied, "That''s impossible. She hasn''t put her finger on the button yet."
Only man in ck D was rtively calm. "Madam is shy..."
A few moments had passed before there were any movements.
Under the close watch of the men in ck, Amelia finally raised her hand and pressed on the
doorbell.
"Good heavens! I''m so touched! Madam finally rang the doorbell!" The men in ck cried with joy.
Just then, man in ck D who was rtively sober said, "Wait! We are overjoyed with madam''s
return until we seemed to have forgotten the most important thing!"
"Huh? What is it?" The other men in ck turned to look at him in unison.
Man in ck D then gulped and stammered, "Have you forgotten...that sir had gone out even
though Dr. Bledel had disapproved it?"
There was a dead silent and the smiles on the guards'' face faded at once.
On the other hand, Amelia had grown tired of pressing the doorbell repeatedly without anyone
responding. Just as she was hesitating whether to continue pressing, the door opened with a ''bang''!
Then, she heard a hysterical roar from inside. "So you do know your f*cking way back home huh!?
Why don''t you just drop dead outside instead!"
Amelia was startled by the roar and took a step back. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly as
she looked at the person who hade to open the door. She said in shock, "Pa...Paisley?"
Although she had moved out, she did not think that she deserved to be cursed to death by Paisley.
"Oh it''s you!" Paisley saw that it was Amelia at the door and hurriedly apologized, "I''m sorry, I
thought it was your husband who had returned!"
Amelia was confused. "Is Patrick not at home?"
Paisley waved her hand in annoyance. It was obvious that she had been pissed off by Patrick.
The next moment, she quickly ushered Amelia when she realized she was blocking her outside the
door. "Amelia, let''se in and chat!"
"Okay..." Amelia answered in stun.
She stole a quick nce at the shoe rack after entering the house. Indeed, Patrick''s shoes were
nowhere to be seen.
It waste at night and he was having fever, where could he have gone to?
Amelia felt her unease growing. Suddenly she grabbed Paisley''s arm and queried her nervously,
"Do you know where Patrick is?"
Paisley was fuming as she answered, "All I know was that he got out in a hurry after a phone call.
He refused to take his medicine and asked the bodyguards to stay away from him. Gosh, he''s so
annoying! I''ve never came across an uncooperative patient like him in my entire life!"
He left in a hurry after receiving a phone call?
Amelia frowned and pressed on, "Do you know who was on the phone with him?"
"I have no idea at all!" Paisley denied. Suddenly something crossed her mind. "Hold on, I thought I
heard something about golden...sun...shine. I don''t
know what the hell it is!"
Amelia''s hand, which was holding Paisley, began to tremble as if it had been struck by electricity.
Before Paisley could notice that something was amiss, Amelia quickly released her hand to cover
her mouth in an attempt to block the self-mocking smile. Only then did she slowly put down her
hand.
"Why on earth did Ie back? I was just humiliating myself..." She thought.