Marry My Billionaire Second Husband - Chapter 216

Chapter 216: Better Accommodations Needed
“I don’t see what’s so difficult,” Isaac said with a roll of his eyes. “Organize a press conference. Say the truth about what happened― Emmeline assaulted him and the world deserves to know instead of pinning the blame on Amelia and calling her a homewrecker.”

Ever since the day of the test result, Amelia had returned to stay with her father, Dimitri, and Ronan at the latter’s house. It was a tight squeeze, and Amelia had no choice but to sleep on a small mattress on the floor of her father’s room, but it was infinitely better than having the paparazzi waiting for her outside of Matteo’s apartment.

Isaac had appeared more often, especially after hearing of Amelia’s bouts of sickness. Her nausea came in waves on and off, and this morning, Dimitri had requested he personally come over for a look at Amelia’s health.

When Isaac offered his services previously, Amelia had always declined. However, since she was trying to beat her body down into ashes, Dimitri thought to step in― under her father’s request, of course.

“It’s not that simple,” Dimitri said as he flipped through the morning paper. “Maybe a press conference would’ve meant something when Matteo Montgomery was still the CEO of X’el International. Right now, he is no better than a rich boy running around Sol City. And wealth without a source would also mean he no longer has influence.”

“And just because he holds a press conference doesn’t mean the issue will be solved,” Ronan pointed out. “The baby still exists in Emmeline’s growing belly. There are some fucked up people in this world who will still expect him to step up for a child he never signed up for.”

“He also signed a non-disclosure with Emmeline, along with the contract that grants her legal immunity. For now, Matteo cannot do anything to Emmeline,” Ronan continued.

“It just makes him look spineless,” Isaac grumbled under his breath, huffing. “Poor Amelia…”

“Why do you think I was so eager to leave the family home?” Ronan said. “The politics within these upper social circles… Sometimes, money doesn’t buy happiness. Either that, or I am not rich enough to afford it.”

“But the rumors will never end,” Isaac said. “As long as Emmeline is pregnant and for every day Matteo Montgomery refuses to be with her, she will milk this situation for all its worth. And the person at the line of the fire would just be―”

All three men stopped talking when the door to Michael Kentwood’s room opened. Out stepped Amelia, looking haggard as ever, her hair mimicking the look of a bird’s nest while dark circles colored the bags of her eyes.

She yawned, stretching her arms over her head before immediately wincing, holding her waist tenderly.

While the apartment wasn’t shabby in the slightest, it was still a tight fit with so many people living there. Her first few nights were alright — other than the inability to cry her heart out without disturbing her father — but after that, she began to feel the effects of the horrid mattress and the thin blankets.

However, there was no other choice. The room didn’t have enough space to squeeze a second bed in there. Dimitri had offered to get her a better set of pillows and blankets, but Amelia had declined. She didn’t wish to impose more than she already was.

“Amelia…” Ronan said, frowning. “You look…”

“Like shit,” Isaac supplied. He stood to his feet, walking over to her. “How are you feeling? Dimitri mentioned you have been feeling nauseous the last couple of days.”

“Better,” Amelia said.

Surprisingly, she didn’t feel her stomach churning this morning. Maybe it was because Aiden had allowed her to work from home the last few days to get everything sorted out. Either way, she was grateful she didn’t have to leave the house.

She reached for the water jug placed on the dining table and poured herself a cup. In big gulps, she downed the entire glass before sighing loudly.

“Maybe I just needed some rest. I hadn’t been sleeping well ever since the wedding, and now that I finally have some rest, I just―”

The glass clanged loudly on the dining table as she rushed to the bathroom. Whatever she had drank was quickly evicted from her stomach, along with bile and acids that had been broiling there overnight.

“Shit,” Isaac cursed under his breath right as Dimitri and Ronan stood up.

All three men hurried over to the toilet to find Amelia hugging the bowl, her face inches away from the seat as she panted heavily.

“Napkin,” Dimitri said, holding out a wad of tissues, which Amelia reached for in her stupor.

She grabbed a handful and dabbed at her lips, muttering a word of thanks as Isaac sank to his knees beside her.

“No fever,” he murmured under his breath, placing the back of his hand on her forehead and then her neck to test. “How’s your appetite recently?”

“Fine―”

“Odd,” Dimitri and Ronan said at the same time. Dimitri continued, “She eats a lot sometimes. Other times, maybe just a mouth or two before leaving the dinner table. Michael has been fretting over it the last couple of meals.”

“I am fine!” Amelia suddenly yelled, a burst of energy fueling her voice before she slumped back down. “It’s just been a tough couple of weeks. I just need to rest.”

Isaac’s frown merely deepened before he stood up. At the same time, Michael’s head peeped into the washroom.

“What’s with the shouting?” he asked. Then, his eyes landed on his daughter. “Millie! What’s wrong? Is it your stomach again?”

“Mr. Kentwood,” Isaac said, pulling Michael outside and out of Amelia’s hearing range. When he was a good distance away, he whispered to Michael, “How would you say Amelia’s emotional stability is growing up?”

“Fairly good,” Michael replied, his eyebrows scrunching. “Why?”

“Would you say that she has been… oh I don’t know, experiencing mood swings lately?” Isaac continued.

Michael pursed his lips as he looked in the direction of the washroom. He sighed. “I won’t be surprised. It has been difficult for Millie ever since her divorce with that scumbag, between what happened with the Hawthornes and the Montgomerys on top of her messy separation with that Walton bastard.”

Michael Kentwood all but spat out the three family names as though they were poison on his tongue.

“What good have they done for my daughter other than drag her into this mess?”

Isaac’s tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. When the two men returned to the washroom, Amelia was already sitting on the toilet with Dimitri and Ronan’s help, a wet towel in her hand which she used to wipe her face.

He had everyone leave the washroom and return to the living room before closing the door.

“Amelia,” Isaac started in a barely audible voice to ensure those outside couldn’t listen into their conversation, “I need you to be honest with me. When was your last period?”