too late for a second chance novel (Lila and Dorian) novel Chapter 423

Amelia couldn't answer this question.

The night before, Kieran had hurriedly summoned her and, with just a few brief sentences, stirred up a storm in her heart.

She had wondered, if it were her, what choice would she make? Would she force the Morgan family to reveal the truth and bring the murderer to justice?

But over the years, would Lila have been able to survive without the Morgan family?

No one could say for certain.

Back then, James had truly gone mad. No one could guarantee that to get what he wanted, he wouldn't have harmed the child as well.

Seeing Amelia's pursed lips and hesitant expression, Lila let out a faint chuckle. "Could you pour me a glass of water?"

Amelia hurried to get a cup. As steam rose from the hot water, she spoke. "Lila, last night, Uncle Kieran said something to me."

Lila's gaze drifted toward the window. It must have been snowing heavily the night before; the trees were covered in snow with some branches broken.

But come spring, new branches and leaves would grow again.

Their life was more exuberant than humans.

In a soft voice, she asked, "What did he say?"

"He said to give him some time."

Lila nodded, but in her heart, she didn't understand.

Time for what? To catch James? Or for them to divorce?

At this thought, Lila remembered how Amelie had held her hand, urging them to hold their wedding next spring when the peach blossoms bloomed.

She also recalled the promise she'd made to Kieran to go stargazing on the mountain.

None of that seemed possible anymore.

"Your family home hasn't been lived in for so long; cleaning it up will be a hassle. I have a small three-bedroom on Milton Street that I don't use. Once you're feeling better, you can move there for now."

Noah would have dragged Kieran to play poker with Nathan so that he could win some money.

This year's New Year felt extremely quiet.

"Amelia, I'm fine now. You should go home and spend time with Mr. and Mrs. Joyce," Lila said as she leaned back, sitting straighter to appear more energetic.

Amelia, slouched in the chair like she had no bones, sprawled over the hospital bed.

"My mom's sending some food over later," she said with a smile. "I rarely get to hide here and enjoy a peaceful New Year.

"You wouldn't believe it—our Joyce family only has one child in this generation, so every year, I'm the busiest one."

Hearing this, Lila didn't say more.

Her fever had been purely due to catching a cold. By afternoon, seeing that she was fine, she took her medicine and followed Amelia to the small three-bedroom apartment she had mentioned.

Milton Street wasn't a cheap area. Amelia had called it a small three-bedroom, but when the door opened, Lila couldn't help but chuckle.