Chapter 538 Rejected
After listening to Derrick, Amelia regained her composure.
“Derrick, your mom doesn’t like Tiff, and she has an ideal daughter-in-law in mind. You were aware of this, yet you insisted on pursuing Tiff. What are you going to do now?” she asked with a frigid calm.
Derrick glanced at her without a tinge of frustration. Instead, he replied seriously, “I’ve never thought of letting Tiff go, and I’ve planned to marry her. My family knows about this. Though I respect them, it doesn’t mean that they can dictate my marriage. Even without the support of my family, I can provide a good living for Tiff.”
Only then did Amelia’s expression soften.
After contemplating for a while, she said, “Derrick, I’ve had a high opinion of you since the beginning, which is why I allowed you to pursue Tiff despite the fact that you two have different family backgrounds. Your attitude and behavior toward her have been satisfactory all this while, so I hope you won’t let me down this time around too.”
Derrick tugged his lips into a smile. “No matter what happens, I won’t let her go. Perhaps my recent actions have hurt Tiff, but I can’t disregard my mom’s health condition. If I’m someone who only focuses on my love life and neglects my mom, I don’t think you would’ve approved of me.”
Amelia burst out laughing upon hearing his words.
“You’re sharp-witted indeed,” she remarked as she got up from the couch. “I’m glad that you two have reconciled. It’s time for me to go to work. My workload is quite heavy these two days, so I’ll leave you two alone. You have to explain everything if anything happens next time. Don’t cast Tiff aside and let her overthink. Though she looks tough, she’s fragile inside. If you love her, be more considerate of her feelings. Don’t let her make wild guesses all the time.”
“Will do,” Derrick agreed without any hesitation.
Amelia gave him a few pieces of advice before leaving with Tony and Kurt.
When they arrived downstairs, she said, “Kurt, bring Tony home first. I’ll drive to my workplace.”
Tony gazed at his mother pitifully and asked, “Mommy, are you really leaving?”
“Tony, be a good boy. I’m going to work, and I’ll be home in the evening. Go back with your godfather now, and I’ll buy you some snacks tonight, all right?” Amelia negotiated with him.
With that, the boy nodded reluctantly. However, he seemed somewhat despondent, judging from how he had his lips pouted.
“My good boy, I’m going to work now,” she cooed and lowered her body to peck him on the cheek before turning around. To her surprise, someone grabbed her wrist in the next second. She turned around and saw it was Kurt.
Without a change in her expression, Amelia withdrew her hand from his grip and asked, “What’s wrong, Kurt?”
Kurt looked into her eyes intently. He wanted to hug the woman without a care in the world, but he knew he was in no position to do so. Hence, he could only suppress his feeling.
“Be careful on the way,” was all he said.
Amelia nodded in response. “I’m leaving. Take care of Tony.”
Kurt nodded.
Then, she got into the car and drove off right away.
Tony only retracted his gaze when her car was nowhere in sight. Looking up at Kurt, he asked, “Daddy, don’t you love Mommy?”
Kurt shifted his attention to the boy. As he lifted his hand and tousled the latter’s hair, he stated, “You’re a little kid. Don’t bother yourself with these things.”
Tony pouted his lips and said, “Daddy, I’m not a kid anymore. I’m a little man. I know you like Mommy; I saw you sneak glances at her many times. You like Mommy, but why would you want to let Big Meanie be with her? Adults are so complicated.”
Kurt’s eyes darkened. A wry smile touched his lips briefly. Then, he tousled Tony’s hair again and said, “All right. Let’s go home.”
The boy pursed his lips but did not say anything else.
With Tony in his embrace, Kurt headed toward his vehicle. All of a sudden, a fiery red car screeched to a stop right in front of him.
The car window rolled down, revealing a familiar-looking woman, who poked her head out and said, “Get in, Kurt. I have something to talk to you about.”
Seeing that it was Jean, he hesitated briefly before opening the car door and getting into the back seat.
Through the rearview mirror, Jean shot a glance at Tony, who was in Kurt’s arms. A hint of gloominess flashed across her eyes.
“Why is Mr. Anthony here?” Jean asked in a seemingly casual tone.
“It’s none of your business.” Kurt’s attitude toward her was rather cold. “Why did you seek me out?”
“Do you mind having a drink with me at a karaoke bar? I need to tell you something,” Jean replied coldly. However, if one paid close attention to her voice, one would be able to tell that it carried a hint of a pleading tone.
Putting Tony on his lap, he said, “No, Mr. Anthony is here.”
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