NovelStartBella knew that Amelia heard her but didn’t want to stop. She was worried and chased after Amelia.
“What's wrong, Amelia?” Bella abruptly grabbed her sister's arm.
Amelia slowly turned around, her eyes glistening with tears. “It's nothing, Bella...” Bella was taken aback. “You're crying?! Why are you crying? Did you get into a fight with Steve? Or...” “Bella, please stay happy with Mr. Salvador...” With an unfinished sentence hanging, Amelia shook off Bella's hand and bolted down the corridor, ignoring all attempts to stop her.
Bella furrowed her brows, sensing that something was amiss. She swiftly pulled out her phone and dialed Steven's number.
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“Ms. Bella,” Steven's voice sounded weak, lacking its usual energy.
“Steve, what did you say to my sister? Why is she crying so sadly? Did you do something to her?!” Bella asked with her hands on her hips, bombarding him with questions.
“Amelia cried?” Steven's heart ached, but he answered truthfully, “Ms. Bella, | didn't argue with Ms. Amelia. But when she came back earlier, she seemed really upset. When | asked her why, she only said that she wouldn't be able to meet up with me for some time. She didn't say anything else.” Bella grew increasingly suspicious as she listened.
She knew how much Amelia relied on Steven.
Besides, the couple had only reaffirmed their commitment to each other earlier that day. So, why did she suddenly decide not to see Steven? “Did Amelia go out alone tonight? Did she tell you what she went out to do?” Steven pondered before replying softly, “Amelia seems to have gone out with Chairman Thompson and Madam Celeste.” Upon hearing that, Bella's expression darkened.
Meanwhile, in the study, Wyatt took the medication for his cerebral infarction and slumped onto the sofa, shutting his eyes to rest “Quentin, bring me a bucket. | feel like throwing up...” “Alright! Please endure it a bit longer!” Quentin rushed to fetch the bucket and kneeled beside Wyatt.
Wyatt clutched his chest, hunching over in pain. However, despite his efforts, he struggled to vomit anything.
“Chairman, this medication is too potent. You should cut down on the dosage.” Quentin watched with concern. “I'm genuinely worried about you... What if your illness doesn't get cured, and this medicine makes it even worse? What do we do then?” “As we age, our bodies inevitably get weak. Whether | take this medicine or not, it's bound to happen. Let's try to stay positive.” Visit english.net to read full content.
Wyatt sighed heavily, his once resilient spirit now faltering, showing signs of exhaustion. "But please....
Don't let the kids know about this, especially Bella. | don't want her to be sad.”
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Quentin's eyes glistened with tears as he reassured, “Try to stay optimistic, Chairman. With today's advanced medical technology, there's still hope for treating your illness.” Visit english.net to read full content.
“| understand. I'd like to live a little longer, too. But if something happens to me, what will become of Bella? What about my three wives, who've been with me through thick and thin?”
Wyatt rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling the strain. “That's why wen have to get to planning as soon as possible . Before Bella takes over the family business, | have to minimize potential obstacles and risks as much as possible.”
“Although Mr. Asher isn't interested in business, I'm sure he'll sacrifice everything to assist Ms. Bella if she encounters any difficulty.” Just then, in the living room adjacent to the study, Bella pushed the door open and swiftly walked in, her demeanor cold and determined as she made her way to the doorway.
Upon hearing the voices of Wyatt and his secretary from inside, she abruptly halted her steps, held her breath, and focused intently, pressing her ear against the door panel.
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