Chapter 252 You Are Not Good At Acting

With a deep breath and eyes solely fixed on Nicholas in his wheelchair, Amelia succeeded to answer in a composed tone, "I can cook because Mom had taught me well."

She was defending Iris in her heart, so when she said it, her tone though calm was also proud and angry.

Nicholas suddenly fell into silence. He took his time and contemplated while he looked at the ground before he finally composed himself and lifted his head to look at Amelia with apologetic eyes and politely said, "It was not easy for your mother. She must be very happy to have a daughter as considerate as you."

When she was a child, her mother attended, escorted, and guided her alone, and Vernon treated her indifferently. Back then, she had no idea why her father had been so cold to her. But since she knew the truth, she seemed to somehow know the answer.

"Dad, do you want to see Mark? He's here." Wanting to change the topic, Amelia turned her head and saw Lily, who was already carrying Mark downstairs. She smiled, relieved to have changed the subject that made both of them uneasy.

Nicholas glanced their way and saw them too. He said with a happy face, not feeling dispirited all of a sudden,

"Oh! Come here, my little boy. Hug Grandpa!" Nicholas reached out his hands to his grandson as Lily carried Mark to him. Finally, a smile appeared on his formerly forlorn face.

Nicholas held Mark in his arms as if he had picked up a treasure. He played with the child and said while laughing, "Ah, God really listens. This little one solved all the difficult problems effortlessly."

Although lost and unaware of what he could have meant, Amelia just guessed that in this awkward relationship, Mark was the best incentive.

"Dad, you talked strangely today," Amelia said with a faint smile, trying to catch his emotions whi

ed from the hospital, Fannie came to pick him up. When she saw Amelia in the corridor, she pulled her and said abruptly, "Let's talk."

"Lucian is going through the discharge formalities for dad. So I'm going to see dad. If you have anything to say, just tell me now," answered Amelia. Amelia knew what Fannie wanted and that the sole purpose of the conversation was to hurt her.

"While he's in the hospital, I went to his study and found the letter that your mother wrote to him many years ago. Maybe that letter can clear your doubts and questions." Although Fannie had always been mean, her serious words and the letter attracted the attention of Amelia.

"You can just give it to me," Amelia said, not getting why Fannie wanted to even talk to her privately when she could just give her the letter.

"Oh, come on. You don't have to be suspicious of me all the time. I won't eat you up. I just do what I want!" Holding the foxed letter, Fannie swung it in front of Amelia. She smiled smugly and said, "Iris' handwriting is not familiar to you, is it? This letter looks very old. And besides, who else do you know got to call Nicholas his nickname other than your charming mother?"

Since they were in the hospital, Fannie's voice was not loud, but every word was like a knife, directly stabbing Amelia in the heart. It was a calm war she struggled to compose herself from.

Amelia wouldn't allow someone to slander her mother, no matter what happened to her.

She always believed that what Iris gave her was the kindest and most beautiful of all. She would never give up the belief that the accusations against her mother were all lies.

The foxed letter of age drew the attention of Amelia.

Since Fannie was willing to show her a piece of evidence, she must think that the letter could threaten her.