Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1614

"Milton! Are you asleep?" Amelia's calling by the door continued.

Milton did not know how long he had been sitting on the ground, but he suddenly wiped his face with his hand and stood up unsteadily. He then sprawled to beside the sink and turned on the faucet to wash his face hard.

After that, he took off the towel hanging on the side and wiped his face. Finally, Milton walked to the door with light footsteps.

Outside the room.

Amelia dropped her hand that was knocking on the door. She said to Patrick, who was standing next to her, "He seems to be asleep. Should we come tomorrow?"

As soon as her voice fell, there was a click from the door. Amelia looked back and saw a hand between the door crack. It was dark in the room, so she could only use thr light from the corridor to look for Milton's face.

"Milton?"

"Amelia... What are you doing here?"

Amelia was startled for his voice was so hoarse that she could not hear him clearly. It was evident how hammered he was.

"Aunt Sierra said you're in a foul mood, so I came to see you. Um... Is it convenient for you to step out?"

Milton's coarse voice came through the narrow gap of the door. "It's not, actually. I'll terrify my mom. Can... Can you come in instead?"

Amelia glanced at Patrick.

Patrick was clear- minded, so he nodded and agreed.

"Okay, I'll come in," Amelia responded, then she gently pushed the door and stepped in.

After Amelia entered the room, the door remained half-closed, which meant Patrick could check in on her at any time. He quietly took out a cigarette and a lighter, then leant against the corridor and smoked.

If Milton was in this state because of Maryanne, Amy would blame Patrick.

On the other side.

Amelia caught the strong whiff of alcohol the second she stepped into the room.

She scowled and flicked on the switch on the side without hesitation.

The lights above her head immediately lit up, illuminating Milton's decadent and listless face.

Only half a day had passed, and he had become this way.

Amelia shook her head and went forward to grab the towel in his hand. She went into the bathroom and rubbed it clean with cold water. After that, she handed the wet towel back to him. "Wipe your face and sober up."

Milton took the towel with drooping eyebrows. Unfortunately, though the towel could wipe off the smell of alcohol from his body, it could not wipe away his remorse.

Amelia then made him lay down on the bed and brushed the messy hair off his forehead. Staring at his bloodshot eyes, she asked, "Do you want some water?"

Milton pursed his lips together and remained silent.

Amelia turned and poured him a glass of water. She forced the glass into his hand. "Drink a little. Then we can talk."

Milton stared blankly at the glass. Amelia did not urge him to drink up either. She leant back at the computer desk and looked at him quietly.

After a long moment, Milton raised his head and drank all the water in the glass. He then flung the glass aside and said despondently to Amelia,

"Amelia, I don't know if I did something wrong."

Since he was finally willing to speak, Amelia felt relieved and replied in a gentle tone, "Tell me. If you did, I'll help you to correct it."

"Really?" Milton was absent- minded for a brief second. However, it was clear to him that Amelia could not help him. No one could.

"I'm serious!" Amelia leaned forward and grabbed Milton's hand. She slightly tightened her grip and said, "Tell me. I'll help you."

Milton took a deep look into her eyes and spilt with a serious expression, "I knew about how you were pushed down the stairs by Maryanne when you came to my house to visit me."

Amelia's expression changed. Then, she stared at him.

As soon as Milton finished speaking, he had an impulse to continue to look for more alcohol.

"You knew it?" Amelia came to herself and asked, "When did you know that?"

Milton pursed his lips and answered bitterly, "Before I brought Maryanne to England."

Amelia had a strange feeling. "Since you knew about it, then why did you date her?"

"That was my plan! I knew that Maryanne had pushed you down the stairs because she was jealous of us! At that time, I was furious that she had hurt you, so I planned to treat her well, just so that I could dump her when she was in love with me and make her regret for the rest of her life!" Milton spat with his eyes reddened.

Amelia's head was buzzing. It was no wonder that Milton had always asked her odd questions when they talked about Maryanne. Amelia only assumed that he was unwilling, so she did not think much about it.

Milton then said vexedly, "Maryanne... She had always known that I was only together with her because I wanted to avenge you. But even so, she still stayed by my side. But today... She told me about it, and that has messed up my plans..." It had also flipped his world upside down!

Amelia's hand froze on his back, and what Maryanne had told her outside the bathroom rang in her mind.

'I've already paid a high price for what happened back then. I also know that I'm not worthy of Milton. I'm only a companion to him. The person he loves has always been you.'

Amelia finally understood the meaning behind her words. So, she could not help but ask nervously. "How can this be?"

Right. How could this be?

Milton asked himself the same question too. The final scene of his plan had materialized, but he was the one who was dumped. However, what made it even more difficult for him to accept was that Maryanne had known about everything.

After leaving Milton's room, Amelia noticed the cigarette butt and ashes on the ground. Looking up, she saw that Patrick was leaning against the corridor with another cigarette between his fingers. He looked worried.

Patrick immediately put out the cigarette on the railing when he saw Amelia. He adjusted his expression and asked her with a smile, "Are you done?"

Amelia replied and approached him, "Yes. Why are you smoking so heavily here?"

Patrick shook his head and did not answer. The corridor was quiet, and because the door was still ajar, he overheard the conversation between her and Milton clear as day.

His mood was conflicted. He was glad that Milton did not betray him, but he was also worried that he could not conceal the truth for much longer. Amelia would find out that everything was his plan sooner or later.

According to his understanding of Amy, hurting Maryanne would not be insufferable. However, the disadvantage was that Milton seemed to have developed a crush on Maryanne. So, if Patrick did something to Maryanne, Milton would be affected. And because Amy and Milton were good friends, after she witnessed Milton's depression, it was inevitable that Amy would hold some resentment.

However, Patrick was not a coward to the point where he did not dare to tell Amelia the truth. Since Milton had made a headstart, Patrick decided to lay out his cards on the table. "Amy..." "What's wrong?"

Patrick put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to the top of the stairs. "Do you remember? Maryanne pushed you down from here."

Amelia glanced downstairs and shivered instinctively. "I remember. I would've broken my leg if it weren't for you."

After a pause, she recalled something and grabbed Patrick's arm. She asked frantically, "How did Milton find out that Maryanne pushed me down the stairs? Did you tell him?"

Patrick held his breath, then replied calmly, "After that incident, I kidnapped Maryanne and ordered my subordinate to impale her hands. The reason she's been wearing gloves is to cover the scars on her hands."

Amelia's heart clenched with his words.

In the next second, Patrick continued, "After I kidnapped her, I found Milton and encouraged him to play with Maryanne's feelings. Not only that, I even let Maryanne hear the exchange between me and Milton."