Chapter 214 Don't Be Childish

"Jonny, what are you doing here?" It was not until she was inside the dry warmth of the car that Amelia dazedly recognized Jonny.

"There are some clean towels at the back. Dry yourself first; you may catch a cold." Jonny pointedly ignored Amelia's question, focusing instead on getting her dry.

Amelia nodded and reached toward the back seat to get one of the towels with which to dry her face. She sighed deeply.

Jonny threw her a side glance and asked curiously, "Are you mad at me because I fought with Lucian just now?"

"I'm so sorry, Jonny..." It was not even considered a fight; Lucian suddenly attacked Jonny out of nowhere. Yes, Amelia was mad, but her anger was directed at Lucian, not at him. Ashamed, she could only apologize to Jonny.

Jonny flashed her an understanding smile in an effort to alleviate her guilt. "What happened back there... you had nothing to do with it. How can I blame you for that? That was between Lucian and me. Don't worry about it."

He was the one who got hit by Lucian, yet Jonny was still trying to comfort her. Amelia felt even worse.

"What happened between you and Lucian? Why was he so angry?" Amelia had never seen Lucian angry enough to hit someone. To be sure, she never expected that he would hit Jonny.

No matter how angry he became in the past, Lucian had never lifted a hand to strike anybody.

With a self-deprecating smile on his face, Jonny answered lightly, "It's true; I did something wrong, so I should accept my punishment. That's the least I can do."

Jonny did not give a definite answer, but Amelia heard the resignation in his roundabout reply.

The rain started pouring down in torrents. The overcast sky was so dark and gloomy that it made the afternoon appear like it was already night.

Heaven continued its downpour even as the car pulled up at the gate of the SJ Garden. Jonny reached o

She looked over at Amelia with worry. The room's occupants were both looking pale and morose. In a flash, Lily read the situation and made a hasty exit, leaving the ginger soup on the coffee table.

Amelia didn't say anything. She took up the ginger soup and nearly burned her mouth with how quickly she consumed it.

With some of her earlier anger still stirring in her chest, she recalled Lucian's words, "Who will take care of Mark if you catch a cold?" Was that his only concern? What about her well-being?

She drank up the soup in a fit of pique.

"Lucian, we're both adults here. Throw a tantrum, fine—I'm not going to say anything about it. You only hear what you want to hear, anyway. Here, you can dry yourself." As she spoke, the fight gradually drained out of her. Amelia softly finished her sentence, laid the towels beside Lucian, and left the bedroom.

A long, pregnant silence filled the room with Amelia's departure. The tension in Lucian's rigid stance gradually slackened, and he hung his head in defeat.

"Mrs. Amelia, did you have a fight with Mr. Lucian?" Lily was preparing dinner in the kitchen. She looked up to see Amelia coming down the stairs and could not help but ask the question in a concerned tone.

A frown marring her face, Amelia said sadly, "If only he actually quarreled with me."

If it were her with whom Lucian had quarreled, she would have borne his ire regardless of how resentful she felt. This time, however, Lucian picked a fight with Jonny without any explanation. She asked Jonny why the fight occurred in the first place, but the man didn't answer her question, either.

Now, she was left with no idea of what was going on.

Lily shook her head. "I have never seen Mr. Lucian this angry before. He must have suffered quite a blow." Amelia did not know how to respond to Lily's observation, so she stayed silent.