"Moreover, Lucian drove me home yesterday!" Sasha bragged at the other end of the line.
Amelia fell silent. She felt a sharp twinge in her heart, which she tried her best to ignore. "If that's all, Miss Sasha, I have to go."
She hung up the phone without hesitation for fear that she might say something that would further hurt her.
Lucian didn't return in time for dinner. Neither did he make the usual call to let Amelia know where he was or why he was running late.
That night, Amelia had dinner by herself, after which, badly needing a distraction, she watched TV in the living room.
The night got deeper, and she had planned to stay up and wait for Lucian's return. However, she fell asleep in the middle of reading a book.
In the middle of the night, Amelia awoke to the smell of alcohol. She looked around and found Lucian on the bed, sleeping heavily, obviously intoxicated.
Shocked and having had some hours of sleep, she was now wide awake.
"Lucian?" She tried to nudge him awake, but he was so drunk that he felt nothing. He muttered something unintelligible instead.
Amelia sighed. Then, with all her strength, she managed to turn him over and take off his shirt, pants, and shoes. She was not going to let him sleep in this sorry state. Amelia couldn't believe the strength that was needed to change her husband's clothes in his sleep. Little beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Some beads came together to make bigger, heavier droplets that made their way down her face.
Nonetheless, after a deep breath, she fetched a basin of warm water and a towel, washed his face, and straightened him on the bed.
It seemed that he had been at an important event. Usually, it was Eric who drank for him during social activities.
The next morning, Lucian aw
Fannie said, nodding.
Amelia became uneasy. She was sure that Sophia had talked something to Fannie, but now she wondered if she had said something to make Fannie unhappy.
"Mom, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
"Let's eat first, shall we? We can talk about it after the meal," Nicholas interrupted with a gentle smile.
"That's right. We can finish dinner first and talk about this later," Fannie agreed. She managed a tight-lipped smile.
After the three had had their dinner, a servant prepared some fruit for them. Amelia and Fannie sat next to each other on the sofa. Together, they ate fruit while they watched the soap opera on TV.
"Amelia, maybe now is a good time for you to know. Your parents paid us a visit. As you know, we don't know much about your family. Now, at dinner, you told us that the woman whom we know to be your mother is actually your stepmother. Now, I understand why she came up with those conditions," Fannie said at last.
Amelia sat upright. She didn't understand what Fannie meant. Nervously, she asked, "What conditions? Do you mean she tried to make a deal with you?"
For some reason, Amelia couldn't call Sophia her mom this time.
"If you recall, we didn't give you a red bag at your wedding, so it was expected for your mother to ask for some cash as a gift of sorts. We had to inform you of this. That's all," Fannie said with an air of finality. Based on her explanation, Amelia guessed that she didn't care about that money.
After hearing the story, she understood.
However, she couldn't believe that Sophia had done what she had done. She couldn't imagine her going up to the Zhan mansion and asking the family for money.
"Mom, did you give her what she was asking for?" she asked, now visibly upset.