Chapter 6 You Just Don't Want to See Me

Amelia had performed two surgeries today and barely touched her food at the dinner party. She was exhausted and nodded in agreement.

While they were talking, Frederick had already gotten into the car with long strides.

Amelia flagged down a cab and helped Felix get Daniel into the back seat.

Then she quickly slid into the front passenger seat and told the driver to go, leaving Felix standing there, looking completely lost.

"Moonlit Hotel!" Amelia said to the driver.

Everything happened so fast. Felix glanced at Frederick waiting in the car not far away and felt utterly miserable.

If looks could kill, he figured he'd be dead a thousand times over by now.

Moonlit Hotel was owned by the Vanderbilt family. Once they dropped Daniel off, someone would naturally take care of him.

But Daniel was so drunk that he ended up puking all over himself as they helped him out of the car.

Amelia had no choice but to change into a spare set of clothes before heading back.

After all that chaos, by the time she returned, two hours had passed.

She took out her keys, opened the door, and tiredly placed her bag on the cabinet, only to be met with a cold, frosty face.

Amelia jumped in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

He hadn't stayed here for two months. Even when she called him back to sign the divorce papers, he only stayed in the living room for a bit before Amber's call took him away.

Frederick stared at her intently. Her hair was damp, and she had changed clothes. It had been two hours since the party ended, and it wasn't hard to guess what Amelia had been up to.

"What, you don't want to see me?" Frederick said.

Amelia frowned, unsure what kind of tantrum Frederick was throwing this time.

"I'm tired. Can we talk about this tomorrow?" She said, turning to leave.

He grabbed her shoulder, and with a swift motion, her clothes were torn open.

The hotel's spare clothes were simple, designed for couples to easily put on and take off.

With that pull, her entire upper body was exposed to the air.

Seeing his scrutinizing gaze, Amelia suddenly realized something and frowned. "Are you suspecting me?"

He grabbed her chin, his voice cold. "Amelia, don't forget your place."

Amelia let out a light scoff. What did he think her place was?

A usurper of the title Mrs. Hastings?

She knew very well and never dared to forget!

Amelia said, "We're not divorced yet! I'll remember that, Mr. Hastings!"

Frederick looked at her stubborn expression, his face turning cold. He picked up the suit jacket from the sofa and draped it over her shoulders.

His suit was large, making her look even smaller and more helpless.

She bit her lip and headed upstairs.

Frederick felt inexplicably irritated, tugging at his tie and instructing Mary, who was waiting on the side.

Frederick said, "Make something to eat and bring it up!"

She had gone straight to the restaurant after work, focusing only on promoting the Davis family's land and not eating properly.

Mary nodded, "Yes, Mr. Hastings!"

Amelia went upstairs, took a shower, and had just changed into her pajamas when Mary brought up a bowl of sweet wine and eggs.

Mary said, "Mrs. Hastings, Mr. Hastings asked me to prepare a late-night snack for you!"

Amelia was taken aback. When had he become so considerate?

Although she had no appetite, she had to eat something for the sake of the baby.

The next morning, as soon as she entered the office, the head director arrived.

Amber and Frederick came along as well.

Amelia was immediately assigned as Amber's lead surgeon by the director.

She flipped through the medical records and said calmly, "I can be the lead surgeon, but I want to talk to Mr. Hastings alone."

Amber looked puzzled and shook Frederick's arm coquettishly.

Frederick gently pulled her hand down and said softly, "You go out too."

Amelia's long hair was tied up high, giving her a colder appearance than usual.

Frederick glanced at her. "What do you want to talk about?"

Amber's condition was a minor surgery. She didn't understand why Frederick was so insistent on having her as the lead surgeon.

Since they insisted, she naturally had to find a way to set some conditions.

"The Davis family!" Frederick let out a light scoff, looking at her with a mocking expression. "Dr. Davis, you're overestimating yourself!"

Such a minor surgery, and she thought he would help the Davis family?

Amelia's expression remained calm. "It's not that I'm overestimating myself; it's that Mr. Hastings cares too much about Ms. Roberts. For her, this request is nothing."

With that, Amelia got up and left.

Amber immediately stood up at the door. "Dr. Davis, you'll be my lead surgeon, right?"

Amelia put on a professional smile. "That depends on Mr. Hastings!"

Frederick came out. "Fine, I agree, but if the surgery doesn't go well, you know the consequences."

Amelia felt a sense of relief. "Don't worry, Mr. Hastings. I'll do my best to preserve Ms. Roberts' uterus and ensure it won't affect your plans to have children."

Frederick's eyes darkened, and he gave her a complex look before walking away.

Amber looked confused and quickly followed him. "Frederick, what were you talking about? I didn't understand!"

Amelia coldly watched their backs. He really did care about Amber.

After seeing a few patients in the morning, Amelia was about to go for lunch when Brittany called.

She said she had brought lunch for her and asked her to wait in the office.

Amelia was puzzled. When had Brittany ever brought her lunch?

Could it be that she knew Frederick and his mistress were at the hospital and wanted to come and check things out?