Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 194

He turned his head and saw Amelia staring blankly out the window, her expression so eerily calm she could have been a porcelain doll.

“Amelia, aren’t you sad at all?” Oliver wiped away tears from the corner of his eye, voice trembling. “You’re leaving behind family, friends, your husband—don’t you feel anything? You don’t even look the least bit reluctant.”

Outside, the cityscape blurred by, lights flickering across Amelia’s face, sharpening the loneliness etched in her features.

“I’ve said goodbye to everyone I needed to,” she replied softly. “And to those I shouldn’t…”

She paused, her gaze distant. “There’s no reason to say goodbye anymore.”

A few minutes ago, she’d spotted Daniel’s car weaving recklessly through traffic—not coming for her, but rushing in the direction of the hospital.

So it was true. The moment she left, he’d gone straight to Violet.

The black sedan pulled up in front of a dimly lit, aging apartment block. Their contact nodded in greeting, signaling for them to follow.

Amelia was surprised the elevator still worked in a building this old. Soon, they reached the top floor.

A helicopter waited on the rooftop, its blades slicing the frigid night air. The wind whipped her hair across her face, strands stinging her eyes.

She tucked her hair behind her ear and heard Oliver sniffling again, crying as if he were the one pregnant, not his wife.

“When I come back, it’ll be three years from now…” Oliver sobbed, wiping his eyes. “By then, the baby will be over two already. He won’t see his dad for more than two years, I—God, I can’t stand it…”

Amelia glanced down at her own stomach. Two years wasn’t so bad—at least he’d see his child again. She, on the other hand, would never see hers.

“It’s time.” Their contact checked his watch—it was just past midnight. “You can board now.”

Amelia walked forward. As she set her foot on the helicopter’s step, she couldn’t help but look back.

He waved a doctor over. “If she won’t calm down, give her a sedative. Do I really have to spell that out?”

The doctor understood immediately and administered a shot. Within moments, Violet slipped into a heavy sleep.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why didn’t you answer your phone?” Mogan finally snapped, grabbing Daniel by the collar. “Violet’s been calling you since this afternoon! If you’d answered even once, she wouldn’t have gotten to this point!”

Daniel was in no mood to argue. He tore Mogan’s hand away and stalked toward the exit. Mogan stormed after him, grabbing his shoulder as if ready to throw a punch.

“Did you hear me? I’m asking what could possibly be more important than Violet?!”

Daniel twisted Mogan’s arm behind his back and slammed him against the wall.

“My goddamn wife is gone!” Daniel’s voice echoed down the corridor, raw and shaking. “She’s disappeared. You tell me—which is more important?”