Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 34

AMELIA excused herself from Clara with a small apologetic smile and reached for her phone when it began to ring again. The name flashing on the screen instantly softened her expression.

“Hello, mom,” she answered, stepping a little away from the desk.

On the other end, Mrs. Harlow’s voice sounded bright, almost sing-song.

“Amelia, my dear. Are you busy?”

Amelia chuckled.

“I’m at work, but I can always spare time for you. What is going on? You sound… happy.”

“Oh, happy is an understatement,” Mrs. Harlow replied. “Sit down first,” she said as though she knew she was standing.

Amelia frowned playfully.

“Mom, don’t scare me. What happened?”

“He is coming home,” Mrs. Harlow said.

Amelia blinked.

“Who—”

“Valentine,” her mother finished.

For a split second, Amelia froze. Then the words sank in.

“What?!” she screamed, her voice echoing in the office. Clara looked up sharply, startled. “Mom, are you serious?”

Mrs. Harlow laughed heartily.

“I knew you would scream.”

“He is coming home?” Amelia repeated, disbelief and excitement tangling in her voice. “Like… home-home? Not another famous promise?”

“Home-home,” Mrs. Harlow confirmed. “He is done. Fully done. His studies are over.”

Amelia clasped her free hand over her mouth, eyes suddenly shining.

“Oh my God… oh my God, mom. Do you know how long I have waited to hear that?”

“I do,” Mrs. Harlow said softly. “You never stopped asking.”

Amelia laughed and sniffed at the same time.

“I can’t believe this. When? Did he give a date?”

“He said two weeks,” Mrs. Harlow replied.

Amelia groaned dramatically.

“Two weeks? That is too far! Why didn’t he tell me himself, huh? Does he think I’m a stranger now?”

Mrs. Harlow hummed knowingly.

“Amelia, before you start complaining, check your phone very well.”

Amelia paused.

“What do you mean?”

“He said he has been trying to reach you,” Mrs. Harlow continued. “Messages too. According to him, big sister has been too busy to reply.”

Amelia’s brows knitted together. She pulled the phone slightly away from her ear and glanced at the screen as if answers would magically appear.

“Oh,” she breathed. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

Amelia shook her head, already feeling guilty.

“That is impossible. I would never ignore him.”

“Well, phones don’t lie,” Mrs. Harlow teased. “Check properly.”

“I will,” Amelia said quickly. “I promise I will call him as soon as we hang up.”

“You better,” Mrs. Harlow replied. “He sounded like a child sulking.”

Amelia laughed.

“That hasn’t changed then.”

“No, it hasn’t,” Mrs. Harlow agreed fondly. “Anyway, I just wanted you to hear it from me.”

“Thank you, mom,” Amelia said warmly. “This just made my whole day.”

“I knew it would,” Mrs. Harlow replied. “I will let you get back to work.”

“I will call him right away,” Amelia repeated.

“Alright, my dear. Take care.”

“You too. Bye, mom.”

The call ended, but Amelia remained standing there for a moment, staring at her phone like it held a miracle.

She turned slowly back to Clara, her face glowing.

Clara arched a brow.

“Judging by the scream, someone just won the lottery.”

Amelia laughed, still breathless.

“Hmm, you wouldn’t believe this.”

Clara leaned back in her chair.

“Try me.”

“My baby brother is finally coming home,” Amelia said, almost reverently. “After so many years.”

Clara’s eyes lit up.

“Valentine?”

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