Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 307

Hobart, being a smart guy, reacted instantly and deliberately pretended to be unhappy, "Well, you tricked me!"

"Hobart, who are you laughing so loud with?"

At the sound of the doorway, Amelia and Hobart's heads turned at the same time.

"Mom." Hobart called out.

"Mom?" Amelia questioned, but Hobart's mother thought she was being shy and called her "Mom".

Hobart's mother's eyes lit up when she saw Amelia, and then she walked towards Amelia so that she could talk to her.

Unexpectedly, Amelia offered to get up and give her the chair.

Hobart's mother laughed even more as she asked Hobart, "Hobart, is this your friend?"

Hobart reached out and touched his head. "Yes, she came especially after hearing that I've been hospitalized."

"Oh, that's great!" Hobart's mother was overjoyed, as if it was a happy thing for her son to stay in the hospital.

At this time, Amelia came to her senses and politely called Madam Smith "Aunty".

Madam Smith's frowned slightly. Wasn't this kid calling her "mom" the moment they met? Why did she change her mind so quickly?

Was it because she looked so unkind?

Thinking of this, Madam Smith showed a friendly smile. She asked, "What should I call you?"

"You can call me Amelia."

"Amelia?!" Hobart's mother sprang out of her chair and pointed at Amelia and screamed in disbelief, "You are Amelia, who was framed by my Maryanne at the birthday party!"

Amelia watched as Madam Smith became overly emotional and said soothingly, "Well... it's over and I'm not trying to blame Miss Maryanne Smith."

Madam Smith excitedly shook Amelia's hands and said, "What do you mean 'It's over'? Did you know that the flamingo brooch is only passed down to the men in our family, and since it fell into your bag, it proves that you're connected to it..."

Glancing at Amelia's face, which had become embarrassed, Hobart coldly interjected, "Mom, do you want some cherries after coming all this way?"

Madam Smith didn't react at first, and then when she saw the fruit basket on the bedside table, her eyes widened and she said in surprise, "There really are cherries!"

The corner of Amelia's mouth twitched, "Auntie, will you let go of me first?"

"I'm sorry, I was a little excited just now." Madam Smith released her hand in an incoherent way.

Amelia shook her pinched hands, thinking that Madam Smith didn't like her and that's why she was grabbing her with so much force.

Madam Smith stared at the cherries and suddenly asked Hobart, "Aren't you allergic to cherries?"

"They are brought by Amelia." Hobart smiled at Amelia, "Thanks, my mom loves cherries."

"What?" Amelia was confused but soon seemed to have understood something!

She carefully asked Madam Smith, "Madam Hobart, don't you hate apples the most and are even allergic to lily flowers?"