Vivian stood at the doorway, holding a few shopping bags in her hands.
When she saw Amelia, she chuckled softly.
"Miss Clarke, I just brought something over for Simon. You don't mind, do you?"
Amelia glanced at her and let out a cold laugh before turning away and heading back inside.
Why would she care?
At the door of the study, Amelia knocked twice. "Mr. Johnson, Miss Collins is here."
Simon, who was flipping through a document, paused and looked up at her. A subtle flicker crossed his eyes.
After a moment, he replied, "Let her come to the study."
Vivian stood in the living room, her expression growing darker.
Amelia's swollen lips were just too noticeable.
Even though she had clearly just taken a shower, the redness hadn't gone away.
If anything, the fr
