Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1721

Just like how Patrick knew her like the back of his hand, Amelia was equally familiar with his character. If he had not kept something from her, he would not have refused to let her open the curtains.

Therefore, Amelia was even more eager to find out the truth because it was likely to be related to her. "Mr. Hopper, what's happening outside? If you don't tell me, I'll go downstairs and find out."

Patrick immediately said, "Amy, don't go. There are reporters downstairs.”

With that, Amelia understood everything.

"They came here to interview me after they got the news that I was hospitalized, right?" Patrick grunted an agreement.

At this, Amelia could not help but selfdeprecate, "Bad luck just follows me everywhere I go."

Patrick patted her head and said with pity, "Don't worry. I've already suggested the dean drive them away."

Amelia heaved a sigh of relief then.

"But that's not a long-term solution," Patrick added.

Amelia nodded. "I agree."

Amelia, who was deeply harmed by gossip, knew the power of rumours better than anyone else. If she were to leave this alone, the reporters that were driven away would publish news articles in a state of disgruntlement.

"We have two choices." Patrick led Amelia to the sofa and sat down while slowly explaining, "First, we use the Hopper family's influence to destroy some of the newspaper media that's spreading false statements as a warning."

"But I don't think it's of much use. Instead, it can be a subject for them to ridicule us." Amelia said, "Our wedding was open for public viewing. That is to say, people saw how T tried to kill you on TV. The media didn't need to make up a story because most of them already think I'm crazy. Who will believe such an explanation even when it wasn't me who stabbed you?"

"There's another way," Patrick continued, "After I take you for the full-body checkup, I'll announce the results in front of them tomorrow to let them know that you're not mentally ill."

"Then there's another problem," Amelia said. "If I'm not ill, then how can I explain what happened on the wedding day? Mr. Hopper, I think the best solution is to admit that I was out of my mind that day and prove that I've recovered. This can count as an explanation to the media and the public."

Explanation?

Patrick found that word ironic. Clearly, Amy did nothing and no one was hurt. Why did she need to explain?

Furthermore, even if she had stabbed him, it was her business with him. It was none of other people's business.

None of them cared whether Patrick was dead or alive, nor did they bother about whether Amelia was crazy or muddle-headed. In truth, they just wanted the drama.

Amelia saw his displeased expression and could not help persuading, "Mr. Hopper, we're public figures from a certain point of view, and you know what kind of image a public figure needs to have. So, you don't have to feel unfair about this. As long as we can solve this matter peacefully, I can make any sacrifice."

"Amy, don't say anything else. I won't accept your suggestion!" Patrick rejected the idea resolutely. "If you trust me, leave this to me."

Amelia parted her mouth to ask how he wanted to solve it, but she felt that it would show that she did not trust him. So, she agreed to let him deal with it.

"Sissi is not strong- willed, so it won't be difficult for them to get a breakthrough from her. As long as there are some good lures, she'll fall in the trap immediately."

Ever since Patrick broke free from his feelings for Sissi, his evaluation of Sissi had become much more objective. Nora and the rest were also gratified, not to mention Amelia. It was no exaggeration to say that it was a refreshing feeling.

At the same time, in the police station.

"Ms. Roberts, did you sleep well last night?"

The young policewoman, who was in charge of getting in touch with Sissi, put the breakfast she brought in front of Sissi and said in a gentle voice, "I brought you breakfast. Eat up."

"Thank you...” Sissi, who had a sleepless night, raised her tiring face and said to the officer, "Can I see Sawyer?"

The officer's eyes flashed with some thoughts, but her face showed that she did not understand Sissi's intention as she asked, "Ms. Roberts, why do you want to meet that violent man? Are you sure? Aren't you afraid that he'll do something to you again?"

Sissi shook her head. "I thought a lot about it last night. No matter what, I have to see him and explain everything to him."

"What are you going to explain to him? He was the one who acted and threatened you, so isn't it him who should take the initiative to apologize to you?" The officer replied in a helpless tone. "But as far as I know, Sawyer Quartley hasn't said a single word since he was imprisoned. I don't think he realised his mistake at all."

At the sound of this, Sissi could not help but feel sad. "Doesn't he... want to see me?"

The officer shook her head with regret.