Marry My Billionaire Second Husband - Chapter 206

Chapter 206: Heard The News
The doctors and nurses continued to scurry around, busy with their own tasks, while the two of them stood shell-shocked at the announcement.

A curse escaped Amelia’s lips. She couldn’t believe her ears. Beside her, Ronan’s face had darkened tremendously.

As if to add insult to injury, the news program helpfully broadcasted the footage of Matteo leaving his office, never mind that he had worn an entirely different outfit and he was supposed to be at the Montgomery mansion. The newscaster continued to speak, claiming that the shareholders were much more relieved that a new CEO with a cleaner reputation was taking the helm, and then the news began to talk about Matteo’s ruined wedding, with fresh footage from the banquet hall.

“Come on, let’s go,” Ronan said, pulling Amelia away from the screens. She was forced to tear her eyes away from her grandfather’s collapsing figure, slowed down for dramatic effect. “We don’t need a replay of that clusterfuck.”

“I know,” Amelia said weakly. “I have to speak to Matteo. He said that everything would be fine…”

“He will be,” Ronan said. “Just you wait. When Aiden fucks up so hard, the shareholders would be on their knees begging for Matteo to return.”

“How long would that be?” Amelia murmured, more to herself than to Ronan, before quickly calling Matteo.

“You saw the news,” Matteo said without preamble.

“Yes,” Amelia said. She sucked in a deep breath. “How are you feeling? Did your stepmother threaten you to leave?”

“She did make several very persuasive arguments,” Matteo said, his voice drier than a desert before it softened again. “Don’t worry. I’m not broke nor destitute― I can still afford to give you a good life.”

“Like I care about that!” Amelia exclaimed, sounding aggrieved. She had never bothered with living a wealthy lifestyle; so far, she had spent more years poor than rich. In the grand scheme of things, this sudden outpouring of wealth was nothing more than a blip in her life.

“I’m worried about you,” Amelia continued. “X’el is your company… you spent years working on it… for you to be forced out and it to be taken away… Matteo, what are you going to do?”

She couldn’t help but feel guilty for her part to play in the mess, irrational as it was. If she hadn’t shown up, Matteo would have married Emmeline without a hitch and hence there would be no shocking news that caused Horace Hawthorne to collapse and company stocks to plummet.

But then again, it was a nonsensical thought. Now that she knew that she and Matteo had known each other for years, it was simply fate correcting its course.

“I can always start my own company.” She could sense Matteo shrugging from the other end of the call. “Either that, or I can go and become your house husband. I’m sure there are lessons for that.”

Amelia snorted as the image of Matteo clad in an apron and holding a feather duster in his hand entered her mind. “I feel that it would be a severe waste of your talents to make you scrub the toilet.”

“But I thought you liked seeing me on my knees,” Matteo retorted without missing a beat, and Amelia squeaked, nearly dropping her phone at his implied innuendo.

“Matteo! I’m in public! This is not the time for it!” Amelia complained.

Meanwhile, Ronan who was still next to her had a face of disgust. He could fill in the blanks of the conversation, and it was making a single person like him feel very lonely. However, he could only grin and bear it as he guided Amelia out of the way.

“Also… you might actually have to become a house husband if this thing with Emmeline isn’t resolved,” Amelia added worriedly, and all levity left the conversation. “How are you with infants?”

“Terrible,” Matteo said immediately. “Also any child of hers would be a possessed hellspawn. I’m only a businessman, not an exorcist.”

“Well, you better start learning then,” Amelia said. “My grandfather said he would remove Emmeline from the line of inheritance, which means she’ll have no choice but to stick closer to you if she wants a chance at her lavish lifestyle.”

Matteo sighed from the other end. “It will be hard on you. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Amelia said. “This isn’t even your fault.”

“I’ll go and convince Emmeline to donate her blood.” Matteo continued, “If she’s unwilling, I’m sure I can get someone to knock her out and extract something,” and Amelia nearly choked.

“Don’t do that, please,” Amelia said. “With our luck, she’d sue us for assault.”

“Then I’ll make sure to get my lawsuit’s worth,” Matteo growled.

Amelia had to wonder at his sudden bloodthirstiness, but then she realized that Emmeline had effectively foiled Matteo’s long-awaited goal to marry her, something he might have obsessed over for over two decades. Even a better man would be upset.

“You’re too handsome to end up in prison,” Amelia retorted primly. “And I have something else to talk to you about. I’ll see you late―”

Her voice was cut off as she noticed a roadblock, in the form of Caleb Walton, slumped against one of the pillars as though he was an edgy teenager. What was he doing, waiting at the hidden entrance of the hospital?

Ronan cursed under his breath. “Ah fuck. I knew I should have bought pepper spray.”

Amelia wholeheartedly agreed. She would have loved nothing more to avoid him, but of course, Caleb saw them and made a beeline for her.

“Matteo, I’ll call you back later. There’s a pest here. Love you, bye.” She hurriedly ended the call, just in case Matteo heard Caleb’s voice and decided to commit violence upon his person. Matteo’s poor knuckles did not deserve to be smeared with Caleb’s DNA.

Caleb’s smirk hung proudly on his face. “My dear Amelia… to think I would see you here when you are meant to be celebrating your wedding. Perhaps you’re not meant for Matteo after all.”

“Why are you here, Caleb?” Amelia asked tiredly. “Did you run out of orphans to bully that you’re now skulking around in private parking lots? Does Kelsie know of your hobbies?”