Come Into My Arms novel Chapter 497

Amelia frowned, and a thought flashed through her mind, "I remember Milton and Maryanne have just been together for a few months. Why talk about getting married so soon?"

Amelia then snapped out of her thoughts and said with a faint smile, "Auntie, how come the floor was dirty?"

The housekeeper averted her gaze and said, "Well... I accidentally knocked over the dishes when I was cleaning up the table."

Amelia understood at once and asked, "Auntie, Patrick did this, didn't he? It was he who knocked over the plates off the table and you to have to clean up for him?"

Amelia had hit the nail on the head. "Miss Amelia, don't ask, okay?" said the housekeeper.

"Okay, I won't." Amelia showed a smile, but it was ever so cold.

It was not only the housekeeper's kind intentions that Patrick ruined.

Seeing Amelia sat calmly at the dining table instead of looking for Patrick to settle scores, the housekeeper felt relieved and went to prepare

some food for her.

Amelia finished the lunch that the housekeeper made in silence. When she was about to clean up the tableware, the housekeeper's voice sounded from the side, "Miss Amelia, since you've found out, can you help me send this upstairs?"

Amelia threw a side glance and found a plate of pasta in the housekeeper's hands that looked the same as the one she ate just now.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"Mr. Hopper hasn't eaten ever since you left. I'm worried that he's starving," the housekeeper explained.

"It's just a meal. He won't starve," Amelia said indifferently.

"Are you sure about this?" asked the housekeeper.

Amelia replied firmly, "Auntie, when he wasted the food that I cooked, he didn't think twice about it. Anyway, I won't send it to him. If you want to send it, you can send it yourself."

The housekeeper sighed. Seeing Amelia pick up her coat in the living room as if she was heading out, she said in surprise, "Miss Amelia, where...where are you going now?" "Hmnn?" Amelia hummed. "I'm going to the hospital.

I haven't seen my father in a few days."

The housekeeper clasped her hands together.

"But...what about Mr. Hopper?"

Amelia looked up to where Patrick was on the second floor and answered indignantly, "I have my own life. I can't deal with his bad temper."

After Amelia left, the housekeeper thought for a while and decided to give the pasta to Patrick.

She stood still, knocked on the door, and asked respectfully, "Mr. Hopper, are you having a rest?"

After a long pause, just when she thought there would be no response coming out of the room, the door was pulled open from inside.

"What's the matter?" Patrick's sharp eyes were bearing pressure into the housekeeper's, which shook her hands that were holding the pasta.

"Mr. Hopper, I noticed that you didn't eat at noon, so I made you some pasta. Uh, I made this myself." The underlying message was that it had nothing to do with Amelia.

Patrick pursed his lips slightly. The next second, he took the pasta and asked coldly, "Is she back?"

" " The housekeeper hesitated for a moment.

Patrick, who had just calmed down, flared up at once. "I see! You can go now!"

"Ah, Miss Amelia did come back, but she went out again..."

Before the housekeeper could finish her words, the door was slammed shut by Patrick in her face with a bang!

In the afternoon, at the hospital.