Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1822

In that case, Sierra could not bear to hit him. Besides, on his face, she could not find a place to hit.

"Aunt Sierra..." Maryanne obviously felt that Sierra did not want to talk to her. It was true that Milton finally decided to forgive her after spending such a long time, not to mention knowing the truth all of a sudden. How could she compare with Amelia?

Even Maryanne could see the problem, so how could Milton not see through it?

After a sigh in his heart, he braced himself up and said to Sierra, "Mom, Maryanne made a mistake before, but as you can see, she is a girl who loves beauty, but her hands become like this. If she were your daughter, wouldn't you feel sorry for her?"

"Can you stop talking!" Sierra rolled her eyes at him in annoyance.

Before he could get her forgiveness, he was in a hurry to plead for Maryanne. How shameless was that?!

She had to find a chance to apologize to Amelia personally since she was the most innocent child in the whole thing!

Maryanne's face darkened when she saw her own son, Milton, being dragged back. "Aunt Sierra, Milton, I, I'm leaving..."

Milton hurriedly said, "Maryanne, don't go!"

The moment he opened his mouth, he was shot a glare by Sierra.

Milton had no choice but to pull Maryanne's hand and stop her from leaving. At the same time, he said anxiously to Sierra, "Mom, Maryanne has been kicked out of the house by her brother because of me! How can I do this to her?"

Frowning, Sierra said coldly, "Then you should leave with her!"

Milton's eyes widened. "Mom-"

Maryanne knew that Sierra was not really chasing Milton away. She was trying to force her to back off.

Just like how her brother had said earlier that he wanted to sever ties with her, the one he wanted to force out of her was actually Milton.

Thinking of this, Maryanne lowered her head and got rid of Milton's fingers one by one. She forced a smile and said, "Aunt Sierra hasn't recovered yet. Let's stop angering her."

In the end, she asked, "Do you have any money? Lend me some first. I want to stay in a hotel."

How could Milton listen to her? He just promised her that he would treat her well and now he had to let her stay in the hotel alone?

He immediately decided, "I have money. Let's go. I'll stay in a hotel with you!"

Maryanne subconsciously looked at Sierra, only to see her indifferent expression. She did not show her anger just because Milton said he would stay with her in the hotel. Perhaps, Sierra just wanted to be alone.

Milton took out his car keys from his trouser pocket and handed them to Maryanne. "Maryanne, wait for me in the car."

"Okay," Maryanne replied and left quietly.

After she left, Milton sat back next to Sierra, with a sad expression like a child. "Mom, I'm sorry..."

After a pause, Sierra said, "Okay, you can go. It's good that you are leaving. My head doesn’t have to hurt so much anymore."

"Mom, when we've settled down, I'll come back to see you," Milton said, shoving the cup of health-preserving tea from the coffee table into Sierra's hand. "Remember to drink the health-preserving tea."

"Don't forget to take the medicine prescribed by the doctor yesterday. Contact me if you have anything. If you really don't want to hear my voice, you can contact Amelia too. In addition, Amelia has forgiven Maryanne for pushing her downstairs."

Upon hearing this, the space between Sierra's brows twitched slightly. "Did Amelia really forgive Maryanne already?"

The situation did not look optimistic after he heard what his mother said.

Amelia shook her head with a smile.

Sierra continued, "I don't dare to accept such a daughter-in-law! Won't it be awkward when I get along with her in the future? I believe that the people from the Home of Smith think the same."

Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!

Seeing the water in the kettle being boiled, Amelia raised her hand, picked up the handle of the pot, tilted the pot, and slowly poured the boiled water into the teapot. "But Milton obviously likes her, doesn't he?"

Sierra immediately said, "Then they better get out of my way! Don't show up in front of me again, or I'll be angry!"

Amelia put the kettle back to its original position and began to clean the teacup with the first cup of tea. Although she did not raise her eyebrows or eyes, she seemed to be able to look straight into the heart of the person on the opposite side. "Aunt Sierra, are you testing me?"

Upon hearing that, she stammered, "What, what?"

Amelia put the washed teacup on the table, picked up the teapot with one hand, and lifted the lid of the teapot with the other. She added

hot water into it and said, "You must be thinking about it when you say this."

"If I fight the enemy with you, it will prove that I just appeared as if I've forgiven Maryanne, but actually hate her,

And if I plead for mercy on behalf of Maryanne and speak up for her, it would prove that I have truly forgiven her. Am I right, Aunt Sierra?"

Sierra was speechless.

Amelia filled the cup with the brewed tea. "So, can I ask you a question? What if I didn't forgive Maryanne? Can you make Milton dislike her?"

"Or, what methods are you going to use to separate them? To work with the Home of Smith? And to what extent are you going to force them?" "I..." Sierra was at a loss for words.