Anastasia’s POV
I chuckled a bit.
“What a coincidence Miss Amelia,” I commented.
She chuckled too.
“Yeah indeed. Maybe that’s the reason why I wanted to see you every day. Little did I know, you and my granddaughter’s name is the same.” Miss Amelia replied.
“Yeah, I think so too.”
“So how are you feeling, is there something hurt?” Miss Amelia asked.
Yeah, there is Ma’am. My heart is in deep pain, due to betrayal and fake love. I’ve wanted to say that but I chose not to.
“I’m feeling good Miss Amelia,” I replied instead.
“Are you sure?” She asked again.
“Yeah. Don’t worry about me.” I uttered and smiled.
We both got distracted when the door opens, and the doctor entered.
“Bon après-midi Mademoiselle Amelia (Good Afternoon Miss Amelia)” I frowned when he speak in French again, wh
