Since She Met Lucian novel Chapter 24

Normally, no matter how harsh her words were, Amelia wouldn't fight back but this time...

Briefly astonished, Yolanda snorted, "Amelia, I know what you cherish the most. It's the photo of your mother, right? I put it in the storage room so you won't have to worry about losing it anymore."

"Did you put my mother's portrait in the storage room?" Amelia was seething by now, eyes widened in anger.

"Yeah, it's the perfect place to store it in because no one ever goes there and it's quiet there. That's what dead people like, right? They like places that are quiet," Yolanda continued indifferently, failing to notice the anger rising in Amelia.

"Clap!" The sound echoed throughout the building.

"How dare you slap me, Amelia?" Yolanda was still in a daze as she covered her face with her hand.

"Did you really think I wouldn't fight back? That's my mother you're talking about! You're getting on my nerves and I won't tolerate that," Amelia said calmly as she made her way to the storage room.

It didn't matter to Amelia how badly she got treated or how other people often wronged her but when it came to her mother, she had very little tolerance.

Iris committed suicide because she couldn't handle all the problems she was carrying on her back. She deserved to be respected in her death. Only horrible people spoke ill of the dead and only Yolanda and Sophia were capable of doing such a despicable thing.

The storage room was dark and it was filled with a lot of junk that the Mo family had accumulated throughout the years. When Amelia opened the lights, she sighed as the amount of boxes that had been stuffed in this room was unbelievable. It would take her forever to get through all of these. Holding back her tears, she tried her best to look through the boxes to find her mother's portrait.

"Let me help you," Lucian suddenly spoke. His gentle voice made her feel a little bit better.

"Thank you." Amelia didn't refuse and she continued to look through the boxes.

About half an hour had passed yet they still couldn't find Iris's portrait. By this time, she was already sweating buckets. There was no air circulating in their basement so she was having difficulty breathing. Putting a hand on one of the boxes for some support, she started to do deep breathes.

"Why don't you go out for some fresh air? I'll stay here and continue looking," Lucian said gently to Amelia when he realized she was having difficulty breathing.

Lucian insisted since he knew she was never going to admit that she was tired.

She wiped the sweat off her forehead. Her eyes were swollen and red despite not crying.

Every time she thought of her mother, she had to control herself and stop herself from crying even though she could feel the sadness filling her heart. Some people say that when it comes to the dead, it's better to smile at them and relieve them of whatever worries they might have about you.

'Mom, don't worry. I won't put up with anything like that anymore. I don't want you to worry about the future,' Amelia thought inwardly.

"Yes, found it!" Finally, Amelia found Iris's portrait in a box. Clutching it close to her chest, tears finally streamed down her face, letting go of all the emotions she'd been repressing.

"There, there. It's okay." Lucian walked over and touched Amelia's head as a way to comfort her.

When Amelia walked out of the storage room, she didn't see Yolanda. Instead, she saw Jasper who was standing in the living room, looking guilty. The minute he saw her, he walked towards her and said in an apologetic tone, "Amelia, Yolanda went way too far. I'd like to apologize to you on her behalf."

Amelia wasn't even mad anymore until he mentioned this. Now she was triggered.

She sneered in disdain, "Jasper, you have no right to apologize to me!"

Jasper was visibly embarrassed. After a while, he said, "To be honest, I didn't mean to take over your room like that but... I mean, you know how Yolanda loves to compete with you so no matter what I say is useless because she doesn't ever listen to me..."

'What? Is he really going to play the aggrieved husband act to me?' Amelia thought to herself.

"Yes, she took away my stuff. The only thing I'm thankful for is that she took this jerk away from me and saved me from future suffering." For the first time in a long time, Amelia was finally able to speak her mind. It seemed as if having Iris's portrait with her gave her the courage.

Jasper froze. 'Wow, she's changed. I don't even know her anymore,' he thought to himself.

"Amelia, why don't you take mom's portrait back to our place? That way she can be in a quiet and peaceful environment," Lucian said gently, pulling Amelia into his arms.

The SJ Garden was situated at the foot of a mountain, beside a river. It was definitely way quieter than the Mo mansion where chaos always seemed to be present.

The problem was that her marriage with Lucian wasn't real. It was fake. Would it even be appropriate for her to bring Iris's portrait there?

"I only want you to be with your mom. It's fine," Lucian added upon noticing her hesitation.

Amelia raised her head a little. She couldn't help but notice the stubble on Lucian's wheat-colored skin. While he seemed careless on the surface, he always made her feel secure whenever she needed it.

Her frown was replaced with a bright smile.

This made Jasper's heart twist in pain.