Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 10

"Mom, I'll explain everything when I come back. I really have to go now."

Eve raised her hand to stop her, "Amelia Ramsay! Know your place. Patrick is still in the room waiting for you."

As the more sympathetic one, Howard stood up and pressed his wife's shoulder, and persuaded, "Let Amelia go. She must have a good reason to do this."

Florence helped, "Yea mom. Sister must have brother's green light first before she came down. Don't worry about it!"

Owen and his wife were more cautious. They advised, "Mom, how about we go upstairs and see how Patrick think about this?"

Eve looked at the people around her, disappointed. It had only been a few hours. The whole family already started to stand up for Amelia?

Patrick strolled down the stairs. Sensing the anxiety on Amelia, he said plainly, "Mom, I am taking her there. We'll come back once it's done."

Amelia turned to Patrick with nothing but gratitude. She owed him a big one this time.

Even Patrick stood alongside Amelia. Filled with rage with no outlets, Eve stormed upstairs without saying a word.

As the man of the family, Howard assured them, "Go. I'll talk to your mother."

Amelia felt the warmth in his heart, "Thanks dad."

Running as fast as they could to underground garage, Amelia could not believe what she was looking at.

From A to Z, the parking lot was divided into 26 parking spaces, and each was parked with a ride worthy for royalty.

Although Amelia had lived a tough life after she started working, she knew the value of these cars. She was still amazed by wealth the Hoppers possessed.

After sitting down on the comfy seats, she gently thanked Patrick, "Thank you for speaking up for me in front of mom just now."

Patrick was dazed at first, and then he frowned and jokingly asked, "What did you say? Come again, can't hear you."

Amelia did not banter with him this time, so she repeated, "I said 'thank you and your whole family'!"

The stormy clouds on Patrick's face, which was just about cleared up, seemed to come back again. From his old man to his little sister, almost everyone stood for Amelia, how come that felt so strange?

They zoomed all the way to Amelia's old apartment. The old-fashioned decoration was mildly disgusted by the golden boy, who couldn't figure out why a young lady would live in such an old building that could collapse at any time.

When they reached the seventh floor, the first thing they saw was a stalemate between Jeff Adams and the property manager.

The manager said, "Mr. Adams, please calm down. There is no need for violence. Let's talk."

"Piss off!" Jeff was enraged by the manager. Amelia, who behind him and had a fake cough, caught his attention.

Jeff glared at her in a hostile manner. Amelia said with confidence, "It was me who heard your quarrel with your wife the other night. It was me who called the police to intervene. If you have a problem with me, just say it in my face."

Jeff erupted. "You bitch! How I treat my wife is none of your business!"

Amelia rolled her eyes, "If you never hit your wife, no one would give a damn about your life. But now you are a threat to my friend's and my personal safety. We have every reason to call the police on you for breaking and entering!"

Right after she finished talking, she quickly whipped out her phone and snapped a few photos of Jeff holding a knife. Then she turned around and tossed Patrick the phone, who was enjoying the show by the stairs, "Keep it safe for me." Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Dying to get the phone, Jeff rammed at Amelia with his shoulder. Next thing he knew, he was in the sight of Patrick. A terrible storm was brewing.

With only one arm, Patrick got ahold of Amelia, who crashed into the stairs railing from the impact while half of her body was dangling in the air. Patrick pressed his voice down and asked Jeff, "You want it?"

Meeting Patrick's dominant and fearsome gaze, Jeff felt threatened and got soft,"... Is that okay?"

"No problem, chop down the hand you used to touch her. Then I will delete the photos."

Amelia stopped rubbing her shoulder, feeling surprised by Patrick's chivalry.

Jeff was stumped. No one with a rational mind would agree to the condition set by Patrick.

"Don't have the gut?" Patrick did not plan to play nice with Jeff. He swiftly called Owen using Amelia's phone. "Hey brother, there is a sight of terrorists hiding on the seventh floor of Square Garden on Spring Road. Request for S.W.A.T. reinforcement ASAP. Terrorists are armed. Over and out."

"Clank!" Jeff's knife hit the floor as he almost wet himself. The knife fell and landed right on his toes. His face was distorted with an indescribable pain called karma.

Trying to escape, Jeff was kicked on the knee by Patrick. The manager then instantly pounced on Jeff and restrained him. Everything went well.

Jeff spat at Patrick and shouted, "You can't do this to me! I'm not a terrorist! You are spreading fake rumours! It is against the law!"

"Oh, so you DO know the law?" Patrick smirked and turned to Amelia in shock, "Go ask your friend for a rope. We are not letting him run away."

"Isn't this a bit too much?" Amelia took pity in Jeff.

Patrick said coldly, "Don't you worry about your roommate living near these kind of men?"