Chapter 257 Why Are You Be Like This

She took a few quick bites of her lunch and brought some of Lucian's favorites out with her.

"Mrs. Amelia, actually Mr. Lucian returned earlier..." Lily stuttered before Amelia could step out of the door.

Amelia blinked in surprise. "Did he say anything?" she asked.

Lily became uneasy after being asked. She darted her eyes to the floor, trying to avoid eye contact with Amelia.

She didn't intend to tell this to Amelia at first. It just happened that her mouth slipped. Now that Lily brought this on herself, Amelia's silence drove her on the edge. Amelia didn't say anything yet, but she looked like she had something on her mind.

"It seems that Mr. Lucian... It seems that he took your mother's photo when he headed out..." Lily muttered. The room with Iris' photo displayed on an altar was maintained daily by Lily. Lucian specifically instructed her to burn some incense and keep the room tidy. But when she went to clean the quarters earlier, she couldn't find the photo.

Nobody entered the room except for Lucian. Lily mentally recalled that he returned home half past ten. He appeared to be preoccupied with something. So, she guessed that it must be Lucian who took it.

"What did you say?" Amelia felt her chest tighten. She didn't believe what she just heard. "You mean Lucian took my mother's portrait?" she asked.

"Yes!" Lily nodded deeply. Before she could say anything, Amelia left the room.

It was already lunch time. The sky was dull, thick rain clouds were rolling in.

Amelia felt robbed as she thought of how her cherished treasure was taken away without her consent. S

erything she said. She shouldn't be this emotional, but it was difficult to fight the feeling.

She knew exactly how hard Lucian's life was, but she also couldn't help but throw a tantrum on him.

Soon, Lucian returned with Iris' portrait with him.

Amelia snatched it away and removed the black cloth wrapping around it. Iris was still there with a gentle smile on her lips.

Without a care of Lucian's presence, she held Iris' portrait tightly in her arms. Like a lost child, she began to sniffle, fighting the urge to sob.

Before Amelia's knees could give out, Lucian bent down in an attempt to reach out his hand and help her up. However, she was vigilant. Amelia didn't want him to touch her.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me off. You can even curse me." Lucian softened up watching Amelia shed tears. He felt that it was reasonable for Amelia to say something spiteful.

But his words didn't soothe Amelia. It only broke her.

Remembering that they were in public, she wiped her tears and stood up abruptly. She looked down at him and cried, "Don't show my mother's photo to anyone. It is an insult!"

Amelia recalled the words she overheard from Fannie earlier. She remembered the fury that surged in her that time. But when she thought about how she still couldn't protect her mother that time, she sighed feebly.

She didn't want her mother to be disturbed.

Her eyes darted toward Lucian who stood quiet, biting his lips. Amelia thought he probably had nothing to say, so she gave him a stern look and said, "Rest assured. I won't compete with you for everything you have."