His mind told him to refuse. If Amelia found out, it would be hard to explain. His family might even get involved.
But when he saw Victoria’s tearful eyes and slightly flushed face, he couldn’t say no. He turned the car toward home. However, when he arrived, an unexpected scene was waiting for him.
Amelia stood at the front door, talking to Julian Weston, a wealthy lawyer known for handling divorce cases. They were holding a document between them.
Damien’s heart suddenly pounded. He quickly got out of the car and helped Victoria forward.
“What are you doing?”
His eyes were fixed on the document.
“Who wants a divorce?”
The papers looked familiar, but before he could get a clear look, Amelia calmly put them into her bag.
“Elizabeth and her husband are getting a divorce. I’m helping her with legal advice,” she said.”
4:01 PM
Elizabeth was Amelia’s best friend. She was using her name to avoid suspicion. Amelia then turned her attention to Victoria, who was clearly drunk.
“What happened to Victoria?” she asked.
“Is she okay?“}]
Damien hesitated and then replied, “Her ex–husband’s family made a scene. She’ll stay here for a few days.“>
Then, as if trying to regain control of the situation, he looked at Amelia with concern and softly berated her, “Even if you’re helping a friend, you shouldn’t meet a man so late at night.“>
His tone was the usual one he used when lecturing her.”
Amelia looked at Victoria, who was leaning against Damien, her chest pressed against his arm. The situation was beyond ironic. This man, who treated her like a sister, treated his real sister like a lover.”
Julian suddenly smirked and said, “Now that I think about it, I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Charleston’s wife yet.”
Her voice was barely a whisper, but it carried a crushing weight.
Amelia remembered how Damien had told her to prepare for pregnancy just two months ago She hadn’t been careful with contraception. This child had come unexpectedly.
Now, it was leaving unexpectedly
The doctor spoke seriously. “The situation is very dangerous. The child may not survive, but we can try ”
“There’s no need,” Amelia whispered, closing her eyes.
Tears slipped silently down her face. On the cold operating table, the bright surgical light burned her eyes. The instruments made sharp, mechanical sounds and every movement felt like a piece of her flesh was being cut away
Amelia bit her lip until she tasted blood, refusing to make a sound. She refused to cry. She refused to feel
