Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 83

She darted to the man’s side and snatched his phone, but before she could unlock it, he yanked it back, his face twisted in anger. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You can’t just grab someone’s phone in broad daylight!”

Amelia’s hands shook with fury as she pointed at him. “Did Violet put you up to this?”

At the mention of that name, the man didn’t even flinch. He just muttered, “You’re out of your mind,” and walked off.

Her chest heaved as she struggled to calm herself down, standing there for a long while before regaining her composure.

Instead of returning to headquarters, Amelia drove straight to the traffic division.

The officer on duty pulled up a photo of the hit-and-run driver for her to see. No doubt about it, it was the same man.

One coincidence might mean nothing, but several stacked on top of each other? That couldn’t just be chance.

Amelia relayed everything she’d witnessed to the officer, who looked genuinely surprised and promised they’d look into it further. He told her to head home and wait for updates.

She waited all afternoon, but there was still no news.

“Amelia, who’s the lucky guy you’re daydreaming about? It’s immoral to keep a handsome man all to yourself, you know.”

Sophia, looking much better than the day before, waved a banana in front of Amelia’s face.

Snapped back to reality, Amelia’s gaze dropped to Sophia’s bandaged left hand. “Does it still hurt?” she asked softly.

“Not anymore. But when I was first rushed to the hospital yesterday, I thought my soul was about to leave my body. You wouldn’t believe how scary it was, crawling out of the car—there was water everywhere, pitch black, freezing cold. My hand felt like it was splitting open, but I still had to grit my teeth and swim for the shore. The only thought in my head was, thank God I know how to swim, or I’d have ended up as a river offering.”

Amelia listened quietly, face unreadable. When Sophia finished, she gently tucked the blanket around her. “Get some rest. I need to step out for a bit.”

Sophia looked at her, sensing something off but couldn’t quite put her finger on it. “Where are you going?”

Amelia’s eyes were cold as she spoke. “Just the two of us.”

The maid pushing Violet’s wheelchair looked uneasy, but Violet waved her off. “It’s fine. You can go.”

Amelia took over, pushing Violet forward with a short laugh. “You must not be afraid of me.”

Violet smiled back. “Why should I be? You’re not going to kill me.”

Amelia’s lips curled, but she said nothing.

It was winter, and darkness fell early. Though it was only six, everything was already shrouded in gray. Most people had gone home for dinner. The wind whipped through the empty trees, making the branches rattle and the leaves whisper.

Amelia wheeled Violet down to the edge of the lake.