"Amelia, where are you? Who do you want to visit? You promised me that you wouldn't have any form of contact with Oliver. Don't forget what I told you.
It's not too late to go back home right now. You are much more dishonest and disloyal than I imagined, but don't play games with me anymore. Go back home! I'm warning you, don't make me mad, or you won't like what happens next."
His voice was extremely stern, as if he would reach through the phone and could give her a slap in the face.
She looked around in place, her hands and voice trembling. "Where are you? How did you know I was coming here? He's really sick, no one else can help, he can only rely on me."
"Nonsense! His life and death have nothing to do with you. I'll have Emma take care of him."
Her face turned pale as she stood
