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It really was a wonder how someone like her, reckless as she apparendy used to be, was still alive.
Jonathan leaned in, his presence oppressive, his voice low and cold. “You’d better pray you never billio my hands.”
Then, just as suddenly, he pulled back and walked away. Amelia felt the threat clearly.
But he was part of the Grant family, who wielded power far beyond her reach. She couldn’t even handle Milly, let alone someone like him.
A creeping powerlessness took hold of her, as if she could lose her life at any moment
She thought Dylan would be out quickly. Instead, three long hours passed before he returned.
His face was frighteningly pale, making the deep red of his lips stand out even more.
Jonathan was beside him, visibly shaken. “Where’s your medicine? Where is it?”
Dylan waved weakly, sweat clinging to his temples.
Amelia, panicked, rushed to the car to search. But she had no idea what kind of medication he took.
As she fumbled, Jonathan yanked her back. “Out of my way. Don’t waste time.”
His tone was sharp, irritable. He dove into the car himself and quickly found a white bottle.
Jonathan shook out a couple of pills and brought them to Dylan’s lips. Jonathan’s hands trembled as he tried
to help Dylan. Terrified that something worse might happen.
But Dylan tilted his head away, exhaustion clouding his eyes.
Jonathan’s panic flared into anger. “Why are you hesitating? Take it!”
Amelia was equally anxious. If something happened to Dylan while she was with him, she’d be the one to take the fall, and she knew the Hale family would show no mercy.
“Mr. Hale, do you need something else? Just say the word, I’ll get it.”
Amelia rushed to his side. Only now, face to face, did she notice the red veins in his eyes. He hadn’t slept properly in days.
In a moment of urgency, she grabbed his hand. “Mr. Hale, you really don’t look well.”
Dylan froze, eyes falling to where her hand gripped his.
She didn’t even notice. But Jonathan did, and he snapped. “Take your filthy hands off him! Who do you think you are, touching him like that?”
Jonathan shoved her hard. She staggered, nearly hitting the ground. When she steadied herself, she realized she’d gone too far.
Jonathan stood protectively in front of Dylan, face dark with fury.
“Spare us your games, Amelia. You think now that Nolan’s out of reach, you’ll latch onto Dylan? Are you
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planning to marry into the family as his aunt just to spite Nolan: Keep dreaming. A woman likes ou filthy reputation, doesn’t even deserve to think about someone like Dylan!”
There was no mistaking the loathing in Jonathan’s voice. After lashing out, he turned back to check O Dylan.
Dylan’s eyes were closed, body was drenched in sweat. Even in weakness, he seemed unreachable.
“I’ll take you home,” Jonathan said, pushing Dylan’s wheelchair toward the car.
Amelia hurried after them.
Jonathan was about to protest again, but Dylan’s voice cut him off. “Let her come.”
Jonathan had no choice but to stay silent.
Jonathan got in front to drive. Amelia sat beside Dylan in the back.
The pill bottle lay untouched beside them. She picked it up, opened a bottle of water, and carefully poured out two pills.
“Mr. Hale, please take some medicine.”
Timothy overheard her and nearly scoffed. He won’t take them from me, what makes you think he’ll take them for you?”
But before the words could leave his mouth, he saw Dylan shift, leaning back slightly. Eyes still shut, lips parting just enough.
Amelia was stunned. Then she quickly, gently fed him pills.
Screech!
The car jolted to a halt. She was thrown forward, just a few inches from hitting the seat edge, before a large hand caught her.
Dylan opened his eyes, his gaze meeting Jonathan’s startled one in the rearview mirror.
“Do you even know how to drive?”
Jonathan gripped the steering wheel tightly. After a long pause, he muttered, “Not my fault she didn’t buckle up.”
Even as Jonathan spoke, he felt a bit sheepish. He stepped on the gas again. Something was off about Dylan’s behavior, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.
Amelia could still feel his hand on her face. She quickly recoiled, grabbed a tissue, and began wiping his palm frantically as if she’d dirtied it somehow.
Dylan said nothing and let her clean.
She only relaxed when she was sure that it was clean and that he hadn’t gotten angry.
She placed his hand down carefully and asked in a soft voice, “Mr. Hale, are you feeling any bet
Dylan looked down at his wrist, where her fingers had just been.
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Her hands were slender, like veins, the warmth still lingering faintly on his skin.
Amelia was eager to know how he was doing so she asked again.
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