Since She Met Lucian

Chapter 125 Forgive Her

His eyes were dark as an abyss. Fury was written all over his face. He pursed his thin lips and squeezed out a few words in an angry tone. "Edmund has gone overboard! Fine, this time, I'll return the favor." Edmund had crossed the line this time, and Lucian couldn't stand it anymore.

It would've been fine if Edmund resorted to tricks of the business world to make Lucian suffer. Edmund had instead used despicable means to hurt Amelia.

Amelia was confused. Wasn't Edmund Jonny's father? Why did he do that? A trace of worry could be seen on her face.

"He was trying to suppress me by hurting you. You were never his target." Lucian's face darkened, and the anger on his face only increased.

Amelia's eyebrows furrowed. How could she understand the complications of business? She looked at his angry face and decided to comfort him. "Well, maybe he just wants to take care of his daughter in the best way possible."

She bit her lips, regretting her words. How could she say something like that knowing how uncomfortable this topic was for Lucian? After seeing Lucian's cold glance, she lowered her head in embarrassment.

Amelia didn't know what to say.

"Edmund has never been a good father. He used his own daughter to get to me. All he thinks about is to defeat his enemies! He doesn't even think of his daughter." Muscles on Lucian's face tightened and twisted to show disdainful expression. He had been holding a grudge against Edmund ever since the Zhan Group fell into crisis.

"So, Shelly was also his victim." Amelia's voice was overflowing with sympathy. She thought those words could soothe Lucian's troubled heart.

"Amelia, why do you think everyone is as good as you? Try to learn something from what happened with you, and stay away from Shelly." Lucian gave her a touch of reality without darkening her heart.

Amelia's frown deepened. Her mind acted entirely opposite to Lucian's. If she hadn't stayed close to Lucian, Shelly wouldn't have been irritated. Guilt started filling the hole in her heart.

"Grandma, Miss Amelia, and Mr. Lucian are in the room." Mond's squeaky voice sounded in Amelia's ears from the other side of the room.

Amelia's astonished gaze cast at Lucian.

Lucian put his hand inside his pocket and said in a calm voice, "Let's go. We have to face it."

The kindness in her eyes had come back to hit her hard. Now, she really didn't know how to face it.

The landlady walked toward Lucian and Amelia, kneeling on the floor. Her grandson supported her. Tears flowed down her cheeks, and she looked at Amelia with moistened eyes. "You trusted me, and Mr. Lucian also helped me a lot. I'm really sorry..."

Amelia couldn't bear to see an old woman kneeling on the floor. She squatted and helped her up. "Mrs. Chen, please don't do this."

Mrs. Chen's wrinkled hands held onto Amelia. Her dull eyes moistened again, and she lowered her head in guilt.

Seeing this, Amelia's face softened, and she patted the landlady's hand comfortingly. "Mrs. Chen, please calm down. I'm not mad at you."

"No! Please hit me, scold me. I'll feel better that way." Mrs. Chen flung her arms, wanting to hit herself. The next second, she lost her balance and fell in Amelia's arms.

Amelia was caught off guard when Mrs. Chen fell on her. Just as Amelia thought she was going to fall down with the landlady, Lucian caught her waist.

For a moment, Amelia was stunned. Her heart thudded against her chest in fear of falling. That was when Lucian's calm voice echoed in her ears, calming her down. "Mond, take Mrs. Chen in the living room."

"Amelia..." Words stopped in Mrs. Chen's throat. She could only look at Amelia with an apologetic expression.

Amelia's eyes moved toward Mrs. Chen, who walked into the living room with her grandson's help. A trace of sadness appeared in Amelia's eyes. She looked at Lucian guiltily and said, "You have already paid Mrs. Chen's debt. Is it still necessary for her to apologize?"

Lucian's cold expression melted, and affection bloomed in his heart when he glanced at Amelia. "Amelia, the only thing I care about is your happiness, not that apology."

It turned out that Lucian had wished for her well-being all along. Warmth flooded her heart, and she gazed at Lucian with gentle eyes. "I don't hate Mrs. Chen. All I feel is gratitude. She doesn't have to apologize to me."

"Okay." Lucian cupped her cheeks and caressed her smooth skin. Care and love for Amelia appeared in his eyes, and he looked at her for a long time. "I have found an angel."

A blush crept on Amelia's cheeks, and she lowered her head. That was when she heard a shout from the living room. "Grandma... Are you okay, grandma?"

"Let's go!" Both Lucian and Amelia were shocked at the sudden scream. He recovered fast and dragged Amelia to the living room.

"Miss Amelia, Mr. Lucian, my grandmother fainted due to high blood pressure. It's probably due to her emotions..."

"Call an ambulance!" Amelia nervously held onto the landlady's arm.

Lucian had already made an emergency call. A few minutes later, the ambulance arrived at the door.

The landlady's blood pressure increased because of her emotional fluctuation. The doctor brought the old lady to the hospital and started the treatment. In a while, she woke up eventually.

Amelia was at the bedside. Just as the landlady opened her eyes, Amelia took hold of her hands in a haste. "Mrs. Chen, are you okay?"

The guilt on the landlady's face was back again when she found Amelia beside her. Mrs. Chen said in a weak voice, "Amelia. I didn't think I would see you again. It was my fault..."

"Mrs. Chen, please don't say that. The doctor has advised you to stay calm. You wouldn't want your blood pressure rising again, would you?" Amelia didn't want the landlady to suffer from emotional fluctuations every now and then because of guilt. "Mrs. Chen, you've treated me so well. How could I be mad at you? I'm sure you have your reasons, right? Please don't think too much about it."

Mrs. Chen felt relaxed at her words. Her eyes closed, and the breathing became regular, then sleep came over her in no time.

Lucian had just opened the door to deliver the lunch when he watched Amelia gesturing to him to stay silent. He nodded and silently put the food on the chair. Just as he thought Amelia was done talking to him, she grabbed his hand and pulled him outside.

It was rare for her to take the initiative of holding his hand. His gaze locked on their interlaced hands, and a smile formed on his lips. He wanted to savor the touch of her hand.

Mond was standing outside the ward when he saw the two of them walking out with intertwined hands. Understanding dawned on him, and he headed in to sit beside his grandmother.

"Mrs. Chen finally settled down." Amelia stopped and sighed in relief.

"Lily made some soup for you." Lucian took another packed cup from his pockets and presented it before her.

"It looked like you returned to the SJ Garden." Amelia took the soup. It wasn't a bad idea to accept his kindness.

Although Amelia knew they shouldn't interact like that, she found a shameless excuse for herself. It wasn't wrong for Lucian to take care of his baby in her womb, right? He was the father, after all.

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Amelia fell into a dilemma after such thoughts surfaced her mind.

"I see. You're not bruised anymore." Lucian's eyes cast on the back of Amelia's hand when she was busy drinking her soup.

It was because of Lucian's company that Amelia forgot about her cringe with hospitals and drank the soup as if she was at home.

As a child, Amelia was accustomed to falling sick quite often. She used to have so many trips at the hospital that she started hating the odor of disinfectant.

"Lucian, thank you for helping the landlady." Amelia had been waiting to express her feelings of gratitude for a long time.

She had learned from Mond that Mrs. Chen's husband owed about 200000 dollars of gambling debt. He had died, leaving it all on Mrs. Chen's shoulders. She used all her savings to pay 100000 dollars, but she still had to pay the rest.

The landlady's husband loved mahjong. That was why she would stride over to the neighbor's and play the game with them. She couldn't let go of that memory.

Her husband had initially been bought the courtyard when he was alive. The landlady even thought of selling it, but her heart boldly refused. How could she give away her memories of her youth? At that time, she had clenched her teeth and endured the suffering, but she didn't sell the courtyard.

Amelia was deeply touched. She had always believed that the landlady was a kind woman. Mrs. Chen never complained about her debts. Instead, she would always focus on Amelia's comfort.

Her love for her husband gave her the courage to stand straight in the adversities of life.

Love and kindness had the power to overcome the hardship.

"It was the least I could do." Lucian smiled lightly, concealing his inner thoughts. He hadn't told Amelia that his heart was moved by that old woman's dedication to her husband.

He wasn't a savior, but if he could help someone, that's worth it.

"You did a great job!" She gazed at him with a smiling face, impressed by his actions.

Lucian grinned, and joy glinted in his eyes. It was indeed worth the efforts. There was nothing better than hearing his beloved's words full of praise for him. He licked his lips in anticipation. This was the

right time to ask her. "I have a vacant house in the south of the city. You can move there for a few days."

He couldn't find the right way to tell her the truth. But after his blunt words came out of his mouth without hesitation, he felt a little worried. After all, he knew Amelia well.

"Now, Mr. Lucian wants to support his ex-wife." She glared at him.

Lucian froze, and the corner of his mouth twitched. "It's not safe to live in the courtyard. Plus, you don't want to see the guilt on Mrs. Chen's face every day, do you?"

Amelia narrowed her eyes at Lucian. She had indeed noticed a little change in his expressions. Even though his eyes held a hint of anger, his tone was gentle as if he was coaxing an angry child.