Reborn Without You (Amelia and Christopher) novel Chapter 147

Before Amelia could react, she found herself in a warm embrace.

At the same time, she heard a man grunting in pain.

That was when she realized that Christopher was holding her protectively in his arms. They had been flung two to three meters away from where they were.

Nicole was flung off pretty far by the impact, too.

The chaos that ensued shocked all the stablemen, who rushed forward to subdue Hurricane.

Amelia was terror-stricken, her heart pounding hard. She looked into Christopher's cold, dark eyes. Her heart leaped to her chest.

Christopher always had a look of indifference on his face, but this time, his eyes were filled with rage. This was the first time she caught sight of such a strong emotion in his eyes.

She looked down and saw the abrasions on his arms and the tear at the back of his shirt, which was covered in blood.

She stuttered, "Y-You're injured…"

Christopher's eyes remained cold and hard, with nary a response to Amelia.

At that moment, Amelia understood what was going on. He had saved the wrong woman.

She had stood very near Nicole, and they were around the same height. They wore similar equestrian outfits, so it was perfectly understandable that he had saved the wrong woman.

Why would he bother about her safety?

"Mom!"

Both Evelyn and Nathan called out at the same time.

Nathan rushed toward Nicole.

Evelyn, on the other hand, ran toward Amelia, her eyes turning red. She grabbed Amelia's hand and started sobbing.

"Mom, are you hurt?"

Amelia shook her head. "I'm fine."

Evelyn looked at Christopher, who was getting up from the ground. "Dad…"

One of the stablemen approached them and asked, "Sir, Madams, are you all hurt?"

Christopher ignored them all and trudged heavily toward Nicole.

A stranger.

A complete stranger.

The son she used to dote on was now nothing but a complete stranger.

"Nathan," Christopher barked. "Shut up."

Nathan sniffed, clearly still upset. However, he had to keep quiet under his father's authoritative and intimidating glare.

There were first-aid facilities on the turf. An ambulance quickly arrived to provide emergency treatment for Christopher and Nicole before sending them straight to the hospital.

Nicole said weakly to Amelia, "Mrs. Zephyr, please take care of our son."

Her words were a clear declaration that Nathan was hers and Christopher's son, and the three of them were the real family of three. Amelia, on the other hand, was just the nanny.

Christopher looked coldly at Amelia and ordered, "Take good care of Nathan."

Before Amelia could say anything in response, the door to the ambulance was shut, and it sped off.

They didn't even care whether she had agreed to take care of Nathan or not.