Chapter 233 Friendship Over If You Keep This Up
Carter walked toward Amelia in a surge of emotions. His hands were clasped tightly together as his
bottom lip quivered for a long while before he found his voice. “Amelia, is what you said true?”
Carter had never lost his nerve like this before. Amelia’s text imploring him for help had made him
happier than the prospect of signing deals worth several hundred million. Though his excitement was
so intense that it made his hands shake, he found it slightly overwhelming as he drove all the way over
to the Clintons’ residence just to hear to answer from her.
Amelia looked worried. “Carter, what’re you saying? Is what true?”
Out of the corner of his eye, Carter noticed the maid eavesdropping on them as she pretended to look
busy. His eyes widened in revelation as he became aware of the suddenness of his question.
With a fake hacking cough, he attempted to reinstate his calm demeanor.
“Amelia, I have several questions for you. Could you come out with me for a little while?” Carter spoke
with as much sincerity as he could muster.
Amelia glanced furtively at him as the suspicion within her grew.
“Carter, just say whatever it is you need to say. I’m now a wife and mother. If I were to be alone with
you, I’m afraid that Oscar might get the wrong idea. Though there’s nothing going on between us, I do
not wish for him to overthink and feel awful about it.” Amelia decided against accepting Carter’s
invitation after giving it a thought.
However, Carter construed Amelia’s reluctance as Oscar mistreating his wife to such a degree that she
felt guilty for being alone with another man. This had only served to affirm his decision to take her away
from the Clintons.
Perhaps the two texts that he had received had clouded Carter’s judgment. He remained stubborn in
his belief that the aloofness on Amelia’s face was in fact pity. It was, to his observation, a silent plea to
take her far away from the Clintons to spare her the pain and indignity she suffered in their hands.
Carter leveraged the two texts to construct a fantasy for himself, in which he was the protagonist. As
the knight in shining armor in the story he penned, he had arrived at the side of the princess after
innumerable obstacles to rescue her from the clutches of her imprisoners.
“Don’t be afraid, Amelia,” said Carter as he gazed at her in earnest. “I just want to speak to you alone,
just like old times. Is it wrong for an old friend to buy you a cup of coffee to ask for your help?”
Faced with the overwhelming sincerity of Carter, Amelia felt the rejection that had risen to her lips fall
away in spite of herself.
As Carter had pointed out, they had not been lovers for five years, opting to remain as friends. Before,
she had given birth to Tony in secret with Carter’s help. Since she and Oscar had confessed to one
another, it would seem unreasonable for him to force Amelia to cut Carter completely out of her life.
“Fine, but I’m going upstairs to check on Tony for a bit. Wait for me,” Amelia said. After some intense
introspection, her attitude toward Carter had become more obliging.
Carter smiled widely. “I’ll come with you. The last time I came to see you, Tiffany was the one who had
brought me to see Tony. I haven’t seen the little man in a long time.”
Amelia nodded her assent.
The two of them ascended the stairs together and made their way into the nursery. Carter had not
expected a man to be in there, especially one whose large body brimmed with strength and
masculinity. The two attractive men stared at one another in a fierce contest.
Carter’s eyes swept up and down of Kurt as a sense of foreboding tingled within him. Kurt return his
stare, though his expression was not as tense as Carter’s.
“Amelia, who is this man?” Carter asked, turning to address her.
“This is Kurt,” Amelia answered. “He is the bodyguard assigned to me by Oscar. It’s a waste of his
talent to be devoting all his time to Tony who is still so young.” Turning to the other man, she said,
“Kurt, this is an old friend of mine, Carter Scott, who is the owner of Scott Group.”
Kurt nodded tersely at the introduction, while Carter’s hostility dissipated. However, he still remained
slightly suspicious.
Amelia paid no attention to Carter’s feelings toward Kurt. Walking over to the cot, she gazed down
tenderly at Tony who was fast asleep before turning to face Carter. “Here’s Tony.”
Carter glanced down at Tony as conflicting emotions engulfed him. He was forced to admit that Tony
was a good-looking child despite being less than two months old. His eyes being fully opened, he
looked better than the last time Carter had seen him. His skin had become fairer as well as if he had
obtained the best traits of both Oscar and Amelia. His nose looked like Oscar’s but his lips more
closely resembled Amelia’s. With a mop of soft hair cascading around Tony’s ears, he looked like an
exquisite doll.
Carter could not help feeling envious of Oscar. Not only did he get to marry Amelia, but she had also
willingly given him a child. It was the sort of envy that had the potential to go on to become a jealous
rage.
Carter regretted not having been more proactive and capable five years ago. Perhaps things could
have gone differently between him and Amelia. If he had resisted the circumstances with more vigor,
Tony might even have been his son.
Carter felt his heart being squeezed painfully by an invisible hand. The woman whom he had loved for
so long had ultimately become the wife of another man and the mother of his child. Being a spectator to
their happiness was more than Carter could bear.
It was a good thing that things were coming to an end. The woman that he loved was not truly in love
with Oscar as she had personally sent him a text to ask him to rescue her. They would be able to pick
up where they left off five years ago once she was out of the Clintons’ house. They would be able to
get married and Tony would be his son.
Carter’s love for Amelia was so deep that he would treat Tony as his own. He loved Amelia and was
willing to live his entire life without a child of his own blood for her sake. Tony being their only child was
more than enough.
“Tony is a very handsome boy,” Carter exclaimed in earnest praise. “What’s his given name?”
“Anthony.”
“Anthony,” repeated Carter. “Like Mark Antony. It’s a good name. He is destined to be a capable and
outstanding statesman for his country just like his namesake.”
Amelia, as with all mothers, was pleased to hear praises being showered upon her child. It delighted
her despite the possibility of Carter saying all of it as a courtesy.
“I don’t care what he becomes, I just want him to lead a happy life.”
“That’s not a problem,” Kurt replied. “I’m very fond of Tony.”
Amelia’s lips parted but she understood the futility of further advice. “I’m heading out with Carter for a
little while,” she said in an effort to change the topic. “Aside from the people who have my permission,
nobody else is to get close to Tony. I hope you would not deign it degrading if I asked you to personally
handle his feeding and diaper changing, as you are the only one I trust to do so.”
“Go on, ma’am,” Kurt said with grave professionalism. “I will take good care of Tony.”
Amelia nodded with gratitude.
Amelia descended the stairs with Carter. “Maggie, I’m heading out with a friend,” she addressed a
maid. “If Dad and Mom return before I do, please tell them that I will be right back.”
Maggie glanced knowingly at Carter before nodding.
“Mrs. Clinton, will you be returning for lunch? Mr. Clinton had called earlier to inform me that he would
be returning to have lunch with you.” Maggie seemed to direct her words at Carter though she met
Amelia’s eyes as she spoke.
Amelia smiled, unaware of Maggie’s hostility toward Carter. “Is Oz coming home for lunch? Why didn’t
he tell me?” she laughed.
“Perhaps Mr. Clinton had intended for it to be a surprise?” Maggie returned Amelia’s smile. “Ever since
he got married to you, he had become extraordinarily romantic. Those days, all he had on his mind was
work. However, after he married you, he would always come home for lunch and dinner with you no
matter how busy he became. I think the pair of you are a perfect match.”
Amelia shot a startled glance toward Maggie as she was under the impression that her employee was
a reticent character. It was uncharacteristic of Maggie to be singing praises about the love between her
and Oscar. This, coupled with the hostile way Maggie looked at Carter, only served to increase
Amelia’s suspicions.
Amelia was bemused. Maggie must have felt threatened by Carter on Oscar’s behalf.
Amelia regarded Maggie with a sudden surge of affection.
“Maggie, I’m leaving. See you during lunch.” At that, Amelia and Carter left.
As soon as their footsteps died down, Stephanie who had been skulking around a corner on the
second floor emerged and ran after them.
At the parking lot, Amelia was adamant about each of them taking their own car but Carter insisted that
he gave her a ride.
“Carter, I’ll drive myself while you lead the way,” Amelia suggested as an excuse. “That’ll save you a
trip to drop me back later. It’s an hour or two to the city center from here.”
Carter gazed at her and suddenly, seized by an impulse, grabbed and hugged her tightly. “Amelia, you
obviously like me, otherwise you wouldn’t have sent me those text messages. Why are you being so
distant now? The way you are pushing and pulling me from you is making me anxious.”
Amelia did not expect Carter to lose control of himself and hug her. She was stunned for several
seconds before struggling to push him away. With a resounding slap across his face, she broke free.
Amelia’s eyes blazed with fury. “Carter, I don’t think you are mature enough to be having this
conversation with me. I don’t think we have anything to talk about. Please go. We’ll talk again when you
are better able to control yourself.”
At that, Amelia turned and walked away.
“Amelia, if you do not like me, why did you send me the messages?” Carter muttered to himself. “Do
you know how much bravery your two messages had given me? If you did not dare speak out loud in
the Clintons’ residence, you still have me. I would fight the entire Clinton family for your sake. I am no
longer the pathetic kid five years ago who did not have the power to destroy powerful families. Now, I
am capable of protecting you from anything that threatens you. You don’t have to fight this alone
anymore with me by your side.”
Amelia stopped in her tracks as her composure recovered.
She turned and faced Carter with suspicion. “What messages?” she asked suspiciously.
Carter laughed bitterly. “Amelia, stop pretending. You can’t have forgotten about the messages you’ve
sent out just two hours ago. If you fear the Clintons, you can rely on me. I will fight them for you.”
Amelia was losing her patience. “Stop!” she cried with a wave of her arm. Carter, I have no idea about
the messages that you’re referring to. I do not wish for you to offend the Clintons for my sake. I am
getting along well with Oz, and the three of us are very happy together. If you really care about me,
you’ll drop this matter completely, or I’d be very upset. If you negatively affect my life in any way, there
would be no reason for our friendship to continue.”
At Amelia’s words, Carter looked as if he was struck by lightning. He gazed mournfully at her as his
heart pounded painfully with uncertainty.
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