The Last Time I Loved You novel Chapter 2

Amelia contacted a lawyer, who told her that the paperwork would take about a month to process.

She replied flatly, "Got it."

The moment she ended the call, there was a noise at the door. Matthew had returned, with Sierra in tow.

When he saw her in the living room, his brows drew together instinctively. "Perfect timing. You have 15 minutes to move your things out of the main bedroom. Sisi was shaken up recently, so she needs the best environment to rest in. The main bedroom has the best light and ventilation, so she'll stay there."

Sierra stood behind him in an elegant dress, her expression soft, but her eyes betrayed a trace of unconcealed smugness.

"Matt, is that a good idea?"

Matthew didn't even spare Amelia a glance. He only looked at Sierra, his tone carrying a rare patience. "Don't mind her. She's just a maid Grandpa hired to look after me. If not for his sake, she wouldn't even be worthy of living here."

When Amelia heard those cruel words, her heart was in so much agony that she went numb. She didn't say anything or even look in their direction. She merely walked to the main bedroom and silently packed her belongings.

Sierra followed her, pretending to help. "Ms. Caldwell, let me give you a hand."

Amelia was just about to refuse when she looked up and found Sierra holding an old but well-preserved wooden box. That was the only keepsake her late grandmother had left her.

"Don't touch that!" Amelia's head snapped up, her voice sharp with urgency.

Sierra's hand jerked as if startled, and the lid flew open. A silver hairpin tumbled out, and the delicate cherry blossom at its tip instantly became crushed upon impact.

Amelia's eyes grew wide. She lunged forward, pushed Sierra aside, and picked up the hairpin. With trembling fingers, she yelled, "Who said you could touch my things?"

Sierra stumbled backward, and her eyes instantly reddened as she looked pitifully at Matthew, who was standing at the door.

He strode in and yanked Amelia away with such force that she nearly fell.

"Amelia Caldwell! What's wrong with you?" he snarled, his eyes terrifyingly icy, as if he were staring at an enemy. "It's just a worthless trinket! How is it worth assaulting someone over?"

"That's my grandma's keepsake!" Amelia cried out, clutching the hairpin and glaring at him with reddened eyes.

"So? It's just an object. So what if it's broken?"

His tone was cold and filled with impatience. "Either way, pushing someone is wrong. Apologize to Sisi!"

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