Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 225

"She's neither your family nor your wife, and you're telling me that she's not an outsider?" Amelia raised her voice, unable to take in what he was saying.

"Although Cynthia and I are not related by blood, we have a closer relationship, and without her, I wouldn't be who I am today. Do you understand?" Patrick's angry face emphasized, "I don't want to hear such ungrateful words from you ever again!"

After that, he got up from the couch but stopped by Amelia with a sneer.

When Patrick turned around and saw that she was laughing like crazy, he frowned and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Amelia leaned back in the chair, her somewhat weary appearance distressing, while the words she uttered were sad, "I'm laughing at myself."

Patrick was stunned, and he was a little unfamiliar with her like this.

Amelia tilted her head, looking intently at the handsome looking man in front of her, the image of him hugging Cynthia yesterday was probably going to be a nightmare she couldn't get away from lately.

"Every time you told me you were going to see Cynthia, I never once stopped you, and you, even though I told you exactly who I was with, you were still paranoid and insulted me at every turn. Have you ever thought of putting yourself in my shoes as to why you are the only one in a position to question me while I am the one who always is forced to 'shut up' over and over again?"

Patrick listened quietly, he couldn't even utter a word of rebuttal.

Amelia didn't like the feeling of looking up to him and simply stood up from the couch and locked eyes with him, "Let me guess, you kept the dinner with Cynthia from me because you were afraid that I would do something to 'hurt' her after I heard you went to see her, right? "

"That's right." Patrick didn't deny it.

The light shone on Amelia's thin body, and the quicker he answered, the more it saddened her.

She questioned, "You like weak women, don't you? Just because she cries and grieves a lot, you have no doubt of whatever she says?"

Patrick spoke neutrally, "I don't want to get into the truth anymore. I just need to know that she saved my life, that's all."

"I see..." After a few seconds of silence, Amelia liked a defeated soldier lowered her head and brushed past him.

She finally realized that there was no point in explaining, even if she had been wrongly accused, she would be defeated just because he said "Cynthia saved my life".

The next day, Saturday.

Amelia arrived at the door of Ryan's ward with flowers and fruit baskets in hand just as a little nurse looked up at the door. Amelia waved at her.

The nurse took a few steps forward. After opening the door, she smiled and asked Amelia, "Miss, are you here to visit Mr. Quartley?"

"Yes, is it convenient for me to go in now?" Amelia asked politely.

The nurse said, "I am preparing to help him clean his body. If you are his family, please come in. He was so shy that he wouldn't let me unbutton his clothes."