Upon receiving the news about Amelia Winters' injury, Eleanor almost collapsed and hastened to hail a taxi to the couple's place. Her hands were trembling all the way. The moment she saw the wound on her daughter's forehead, disbelief was written all over her face.
“Lia, h-how did you get yourself hurt to this state? Weren't you doing fine yesterday?” Eleanor asked, her eyes reddening. She was genuinely distressed.
It took me so much effort to meet my daughter, and all I want is to shower her with love and affection. Who could be so cruel as to injure her?
Nonplussed, Amelia Winters comforted, “Mrs. Hutton, my injury may look serious with the bandage around my forehead, but it's not. It only hurt the moment I was struck. Other than that, I feel pretty all right. I'm telling the truth. Please don't worry about me, or I'll feel guilty.”
Eleanor remained unconvinced. Her own forehead was throbbing even just by looking at the wound. In her opinion, there was no way that Amelia Winters was all right as she had claimed.
“How could you say you are not in pain with that wound? Don't you know how distressed I am?” Eleanor said, feeling anxious and angry at the same time.
Amelia Winters forced a smile on her face.
In truth, she was not used to an elder making a fuss over her.
Carrying a plate of fruits from the kitchen, Kurt shot her a glance before walking briskly to put it on the coffee table. In a monotonous tone, he said, “Mrs. Hutton, please take a seat first. Amelia has to exert herself to explain to you if you remain standing. The doctor said she hurt her head, so she can't stand for too long.”
That jolted Eleanor out of her worry, and she quickly held her daughter's arm to lead her to take a seat. “Lia, I am just worried about you. Please don't take it to heart. Come and have a seat. You're a patient now, so you can't be exhausted,” she said apologetically.
In a resigned manner, Amelia Winters sat down. She only sustained a minor injury on her forehead, yet everyone else was treating her as though she had got a terminal illness.
“Lia, how do you feel now? Do you feel any dizziness or nausea?” Eleanor asked concernedly.
Amelia Winters smiled as she replied, “Mrs. Hutton, don't worry. I'm really fine. The doctor bandaged my forehead because Oscar was too worried that he requested him to do so. I'm actually fine.”
Eleanor nodded approvingly as though she agreed with Oscar's decision. “Oscar made the right call. It may seem like a minor injury to you, but it can get severe. It's not a joking matter if you get tetanus. So, it's better to take it seriously.”
Having heard that, Amelia Winters had no choice but to oblige.
“Oh right! Where's Oscar? I haven't seen him ever since I arrived. You're badly injured now. What is he doing instead of accompanying you?” Eleanor asked in a displeased tone.
Perhaps out of her guilt toward Amelia Winters, Eleanor treated the former like a porcelain doll. Anything that happened to her daughter would cause her to be on alert, like a frightened cat with fur standing on end.
Stunned, Amelia Winters glanced at the older woman with an unfathomable look in her eyes.
Amelia Hutton secretly tugged the hem of her mother's shirt, signaling her to be aware of her identity and not cross the line. After all, Eleanor was only an unrelated elderly to Amelia Winters and thus had no right to be critical about the latter's marriage.
Eleanor came to her senses and felt a little awkward. After contemplating for a moment, she continued, “Lia, I didn't mean to say that. I am just too worried about you. I see you as my daughter from the bottom of my heart. You might not know this, but I actually have an elder daughter. However, she went missing when she was only a few years old. That's why I can't help but treat you as my daughter. Please don't mind my nosiness.”
“Don't worry, Mrs. Hutton. It's just that I haven't received such concern from an elderly for a long time. My relationship with my parents was rather distant since I was young. Although they've never mistreated me, they weren't close to me. Therefore, I feel peculiar when you care about me like a mother.” Amelia Winters smiled as she concealed the complicated emotions in her eyes.
She would not question Eleanor why the latter dared not reunite with her despite caring about her so much to the extent that it crossed the boundaries of how one would typically treat a stranger.
Nonetheless, Amelia Winters knew it would only embarrass Eleanor by questioning her. Since the latter did not intend to acknowledge her as her daughter, she decided to go along with it. That way, they would not feel awkward with each other.
Eleanor's heart swelled with sorrow after she heard Amelia Winters' words. She wanted to let go of all reservations and reunite with her daughter, but all her courage fled her at the thought of her husband's stance on the matter. It was not because she was afraid of him. Instead, she feared that the man would do everything in his power to harm Amelia Winters.
She had lost her daughter once, so she dared not risk it for fear of losing the latter a second time. There was no way she could stand the devastation and despair of losing Amelia Winters again.
“Mrs. Hutton, Oscar went to the police station. He brought a lawyer to sue the person who hurt me. He should be back in a short while,” Amelia Winters explained politely.
A hint of anger crossed Eleanor's eyes, and she snarled, “Who is the perpetrator? We can't let scum like them off the hook. No! I have to go to the police station too. Let me rip their mouth apart! I'll fight with whoever that dares to hurt you!”
Amelia Hutton quickly pulled Eleanor, who intended to do as she said. Casting her eyes downward to conceal the complicated feeling that flashed across them, she tried to appease her mother. “Mom, please calm down. I believe Oscar can solve this matter perfectly. Like you, I don't wish for anything untoward to befall Amy, but this isn't Saspiuburg. We, the Huttons, are nobodies here, even though we are well known in Saspiuburg. There's nothing we can do for now. Why don't we stay here and wait for the news?”
Only then did Eleanor return to her seat on the couch.
“Lia, I'm sorry that I can't do anything for you,” she said apologetically while regarding Amelia Winters with a distressed gaze.
The latter was at a loss for words.
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