Love You Enough to Leave You novel Chapter 370

Chapter 370 The Understanding Son

Amelia argued with her mother. For three days afterward, she did not visit her neighbor. Though Eleanor still dropped by every single day to visit the other Amelia and her grandchild, she always seemed distracted. Her fragmented presence was not lost on Amelia whenever her guest dropped by.

“Mrs. Hutton, have you been arguing with Amelia?” she asked.

Eleanor jerked out of her reverie with a start. “She has been spoiled by me,” she admitted with a helpless smile. “It’s just a child’s tantrum. It’ll pass. She’ll be back to her old self very soon.”

“Quarrels between mother and daughter shouldn’t last this long, Mrs. Hutton,” voiced Amelia worriedly. “It has been three days since Amelia last visited. She wouldn’t be upset with me, would she? I’m afraid she might be jealous that you’re spending more time with me instead of with her.”

“Nonsense,” cried Eleanor. “You’re her sister. Why would she be jealous of you?”

“But I’m not her biological sister, am I?”

“You are! I mean, no, you’re not,” stammered Eleanor, flustered. “Don’t overthink it, all right? She’s just not used to not being at the center of attention and is merely acting out.”

Amelia averted her eyes to hide the sudden burst of emotion welling up within her.

“Mrs. Hutton, why don’t you go home to Amelia? I have kept you long enough.”

Eleanor edged closer to Amelia and took her hand. “Lia, are you angry with me? Don’t mind Amelia. I genuinely think of you as my daughter.”

Smiling warmly, Amelia replied, “Mrs. Hutton, I appreciate your love and kindness, but we are not related by blood. To be honest, your enthusiasm feels a little overbearing.”

At that, sadness flashed across Eleanor’s eyes. “Lia, are you sick of me?”

“That’s not what I meant, Mrs. Hutton. There is no need for you to treat me like a child. I have my own life to lead and a son to raise. My blindness does not cloud my judgment; the kindness with which you have given me feels like something more than neighborly affection. Tiff has said that we look alike. If it weren’t for the fact that I know who my parents are, I would have believed that I am the daughter you have lost all those years ago.”

“No, Lia,” Eleanor said desperately as she clutched the younger woman’s hand. “You are actually my… my…” The final word seemed to be stuck in her throat.

Amelia’s ears pricked hopefully, ready to hear the answer she secretly yearned for. However, Eleanor appeared to decide against completing the sentence, which disappointed Amelia.

As a result of Eleanor’s hesitation, any hope Amelia had in reconnecting with her mother vanished.

I am an adult now. I no longer need motherly love as I did when I was a child, lost and alone in the streets. Where were you then, Mom?

Amelia squeezed Eleanor’s hand reassuringly. “Mrs. Hutton, please calm yourself. I know that you have grown attached to me because my looks remind me of your younger self. Don’t get me wrong, I am honored to look like you. I can’t wait to regain my sight to see just how alike we look. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must check to see if Tony is awake.”

Eleanor got up to help Amelia along, but the latter declined the assistance provided.

“I know the way, Mrs. Hutton. Please, don’t trouble yourself.”

Eleanor’s outstretched arm fell limply to her lap.

As Amelia was feeling her way to the bedroom, Eleanor’s phone rang.

Upon discovering that it was her husband calling, she answered the phone with a grimace.

“Hello?”

“You’ve met her, haven’t you?” Benjamin’s deep rumble sounded from the other end.

Eleanor’s heart thumped wildly. Drawing a deep breath, she asked with forced calmness, “What do you mean, Benjamin? Who did I meet?”

“Amelia told me everything, Eleanor. That’s what you’re doing in Beshya, isn’t it? You’ve found her, and now you’re learning to lie to me.” Benjamin’s voice shook with barely suppressed rage.

“I will not allow you to harm her.” Eleanor clutched the phone tightly. “Isn’t cruelly giving up on her over twenty years ago not enough? If you’re intending on hurting her again, you might as well do it over my dead body.”

“You’re not in a right state of mind for a reasonable conversation, Eleanor. I won’t waste my breath on you anymore. I just called to let you know that I have arrived in Beshya. If you return to Saspiuburg with me at once, I can perhaps forgive you for searching for the girl without my permission.” After the menacing threat, Benjamin hung up.

Eleanor’s hand, which held the phone against her ear, began to tremble violently as she fought for breath.

At that very moment, Tiffany emerged from the kitchen with a bowl of freshly cut fruit. At the sight of Eleanor, who was looking slightly green, Tiffany hurried over and was about to touch her shoulder when Eleanor screamed, “Don’t touch me! Don’t even think about hurting my daughter!”