Marry My Billionaire Second Husband - Chapter 131

Chapter 131: Thrown Under the Bus
“It is, isn’t it?” Amelia asked rhetorically. “That’s why I had to let you know. It’s one thing if Caleb comes to me out of his own free will. It’s a whole other matter if he gets sent away from your side because of someone you trusted.”

“Amelia! Don’t talk nonsense!” Emmeline shrieked, her face paling so much she could almost be mistaken for a fellow patient, if not for her being clad head to toe in designer outfits. She immediately rushed to Kelsie’s side.

“Kelsie, don’t listen to her― she’s lying! You know how important you are to me!” Emmeline blubbered impressively, clutching Kelsie’s hand with fervent desperation. “I didn’t say anything like that! First, she shoved me to the floor, then she maligns me! She’s nothing but a scheming liar!”

“Am I, though?” Amelia cocked her head, a mockery of thoughtfulness. “Kelsie, you’re a smart woman. I think you know full well in your heart what happened.”

“Amelia! Stop trying to drive a wedge between us! Kelsie and I are best friends. I would never do anything to hurt her!” Emmeline cried out, tears welling in her eyes. How dare Amelia use her words against her!

“We’re practically sisters. You’re just jealous that I have a best friend and you don’t!”

“Do you think I’m a preschooler?” Amelia retorted. “And if Kelsie is your sister, then she should be worried. I’m practically your sister, and you tried to kill me on a snowy mountain. ”

“Kelsie, I might not have any goodwill towards you, but you should be careful. She was ready to throw your relationship under the bus this time around, but who knows? She might throw you under the bus next… literally,” Amelia added.

A muscle twitched in Kelsie’s jaw. She couldn’t deny she had heard Emmeline’s voice floating in the corridor, and with it came the names of Caleb and Amelia. That was why she had made a beeline for Emmeline’s direction, only to see Amelia shove her to the floor.

But even if she was suspicious of Emmeline, she knew better than to show it in front of her. No matter what, Emmeline was a Hawthorne. She could not afford to burn bridges when she didn’t have a replacement ready in the wings.

“You could be lying,” Kelsie pointed out. “It’s your word against hers.”

“A simple CCTV review would let you know if I’m telling the truth or not,” Amelia said dryly. “Should we call the Director to ask for the tapes?”

“No!” Emmeline exclaimed loudly before she hastily collected herself. Everyone stared at her, surprised by the vehemence in her voice.

Amelia smirked internally, and she continued to address Kelsie, as though Emmeline had not spoken.

“But what I said will never be untrue. In the end, you’re still not as important to Emmeline as Matteo is to her,” Amelia couldn’t help but add. “You know that better than anyone. You know full well what this friend of yours is willing to do to get her hands on Matteo.”

The bruising of Amelia’s body was testimony to that.

“If I were to take up her offer…” She pointed at Caleb. “Do you think this man would still be plastered to your side, or would he simply become my loyal lapdog?”

“You―” Kelsie’s eyes flashed with anger, but Amelia knew from the way her eyes darted to Emmeline for the briefest of seconds that her words had hit home.

She didn’t need to say anything more; hopefully, the words would bury themselves underneath Kelsie’s skin and spread their poison. It was time for her to leave.

As if he sensed her mood, the door slid open to reveal Matteo, whose displeased expression turned thunderous the moment he caught sight of the peanut gallery surrounding his wife.

Amelia wondered what he and Horace Hawthorne spoke about.

“Matteo!” Emmeline tried to go towards it, but Matteo dodged her with a side-step that would make any professional tennis player proud. He only had eyes for Amelia, and he quickly wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed a tender kiss to her lips.

“I’m sorry you had to wait for me,” Matteo said, “If I had known this riff-raff would be outside, I wouldn’t have taken so long.”

“It’s fine, Matteo,” Amelia said, purposely leaning against him as she batted her eyelashes. “You’re here now.” She wouldn’t have acted so coy usually, but with such an annoying audience watching her every move, she felt the urge to play up her relationship with Matteo.

Matteo, to his credit, understood her perfectly. He smiled handsomely and cupped her cheek with his palm.

“I would never leave you. Now let’s go, I believe we have better things to do than to waste our time with these people.” He held her hand and kissed her knuckles reverently. “Let’s go.”

“Matteo, I―” Emmeline began but Matteo’s eyes turned wintry in an instant, the animosity in his gaze causing her to stumble back.

Amelia held her head high, and with her hand clasped firmly in Matteo’s own, walked out of the hospital corridor. When she was sure they were far enough, she let out a sigh.

“Matteo, can I ask you for a favor?”

“Anything I can give is yours,” Matteo said, and she had to cough at the earnestness in his voice.

“It’s not that serious, I just want to visit my father.” Amelia bit her lip. “I realize that he hasn’t heard from me in so long, he must have been sick with worry!”

“I have already informed him of your recovery when we were flying back, but I’m sure he’ll want to see you in person. We’ll go and see him now if you’re feeling up to it?” Matteo asked, and Amelia nodded.

Matteo quickly shot Ronan a text― hopefully, he wouldn’t be too mad about wasting a trip only to meet back at his place.

In no time at all, they arrived at Dimitri’s house. However, before they could enter the building, they stumbled upon a peculiar sight. Two burly security guards were gripping the arms of an elderly man, who was desperately trying to shake them off.

“Unhand me this instance! You don’t know who I am! You’re making a big mistake!”

“Probably another trespasser,” Matteo muttered into her ear, his hand an insistent pressure at the small of her back, wordlessly prompting her to walk faster.

Amelia got the hint and quickened her footsteps; this man could be some random reporter out for a scoop.

They wouldn’t have stopped, but then that man caught sight of Amelia and started to yell in a louder voice.

“Unhand me this instance! Don’t you know? I’m related to Amelia Kentwood!”