“What are you doing?” asked Amelia, staring at Dolores who was standing in the living room and about to make a phone call through the landline phone.
With a water glass in her hands, Amelia was standing at the door of the kitchen.
On the other end of the line, Samuel heard a woman’s voice that was different from her mother’s. He tried to calm down, but right then, he failed to do so. He asked with a slightly trembling voice, “Mommy, is that you?”
Dolores choked up. Upon hearing Samuel’s voice, she wanted to answer her son, ignoring Amelia’s question. She wanted to tell him not to worry and she was fine. However, Amelia rushed over, grabbed the landline phone in her hands, and immediately hung it up. “Ms. Flores, Young Master said you can’t make any call. Have you forgotten?” she asked.
Dolores looked at Amelia. “It’s true that your young master has saved my life. But he doesn’t allow me to contact my family. Don’t you think he’s gone too far by doing so?”
It indeed didn’t make any sense. However, Amelia believed that Charles had his reason for doing so. “Probably Young Master has his own concerns. Just listen to him obediently.”
“Don’t you know my family will worry about me if they can’t find me?” Dolores tried to convince her.
Amelia held the landline phone in her arms tightly as if she was afraid that Dolores would try to grab it from her. She had to admit that what Dolores said made sense, but she must obey Young Master’s orders.
“Amelia...”
“Stop it. Let me help you go back to the room.” To avoid Dolores from getting the phone, Amelia put it on the dining table in the dining room. Then she trotted back and helped her. “Let’s go. Please don’t make it difficult for me, Ms. Flores. If you truly need to contact your family, please tell Young Master. If he agreed, I wouldn’t stop you.”
Dolores didn’t know Charles at all. She even was uncertain about his purpose to stop her from contacting her family.
“Amelia, have you been working here for a long time?” Dolores changed the subject calmly and wanted to get more information about Charles from her.
“Yes. I’ve been taking care of Young Master.” Amelia was quite simple, so she immediately answered Dolores as soon as being asked.
“Why is he staying in such a big house? Where are his parents?” Dolores was afraid that Amelia would guess her purpose, so she added, “It’s such a huge house. If he stays here alone, it would be quite lonely.”
“I’ve never seen his mother before. I’ve only met his father, but his father has passed away. He’s the only one in his family now.”
“Oh, what does he do, then?” Dolores pretended that she was inexperienced in life and looked around the house. “It seems that he’s quite rich.”
“Ms. Flores, it’s your first time being in White City, so you don’t know much. However, in White City, everyone knows the White family.” As she spoke, Amelia felt quite proud of the White family. “Young Master can’t stand up or walk, but he’s quite outstanding. At least seventy percent of the citizens in White City are working in the White family’s company. He has resolved the employment issues for so many people, hasn’t he?”
When Amelia mentioned Charles, her eyes were lit up. She couldn’t help showing off.
Seventy percent?
It was indeed a huge amount.
“How many citizens are there in White City?” asked Dolores again.
“Around fifty or sixty thousand. I don’t know the exact number.” Amelia helped her to sit down. “Slow down. Be careful with your leg.”
Dolores obediently raised her leg and put it on the bed. Staring at Amelia, she asked, “Have you been to other places? Like City B? Do you know how far are we from there?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never been there before. We shouldn’t be far away from there. It’s just White City is in a remote place.”
Dolores lay on the bed. Basically, she could tell that Amelia had told her the truth. The girl was quite simple and naive, and she didn’t know how to hide anything. Others could tell by a single glimpse how much she worshiped and liked Charles.
“Ms. Flores, please take a nap. If you are bored, may I find a book for you to read?” Amelia asked tentatively.
Dolores had slept in, so she wasn’t sleeping right now.
“Would you like to read a biography, a romance, or another kind of book?”
“May I have a pencil and a few pieces of paper?” If she read books to kill time, she’d rather grasping the chance and doing something she liked.
“What for?” Suddenly Amelia understood. “I see. Do you like drawings and paintings?”
Dolores shook her head. “I’m a fashion designer. I want those things to draw my drafts.”
Amelia widened her eyes and looked at her adoringly. “Are you a fashion designer? Whoa... You are some awesome!”
Under her heated gaze, Dolores felt quite embarrassed. She was just a fashion designer who had made small achievements in her fields, which was not worth mentioning.
“Wait a moment. I’ll get them for you.” Amelia was so excited as if a fashion designer was someone quite outstanding.
Soon, she returned with the pencils and paper that Dolores needed, handing them over to Dolores. She also put the tray table on the bed sensibly. Suddenly, she mumbled, “Finally, I’ve seen a real one.”
Dolores looked at her in confusion.
She wondered what she meant by “a real one”.
Amelia was a bit embarrassed. She rubbed her hands and muttered, “I dreamed of becoming a fashion designer when I was young, but I didn’t have any chance to study it. I’ve never seen a fashion designer before. Well, I meant in my real life. I’ve only seen them on TV.”
“If you like it, I can teach you.” Dolores was quite generous to offer her a chance to study.
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