Chapter 5 Worry About Yourself

"You should worry about yourself first. Don't your eyes feel super uncomfortable?"

Sophia grabbed her wrist, her voice icy and serious. "In your condition, you can't handle any more stress. If this keeps up, you might wake up one day and not be able to see anything."

Amelia gave a bitter smile. Lately, everything had been so chaotic that she almost forgot to take care of herself.

"It's fine; things will get better." She forced a smile. "Sophia, I want to see my dad."

"Your dad's been moved to another hospital, and I don't know where. I suggest you don't do anything rash, or your mom would sell you to that seventy-year-old guy." Sophia sighed.

Amelia was stunned, but Sophia had a point. She didn't dare to take a risk. She decided to wait until she divorced Chris, which was just a few days away.

On the day of the divorce, Sophia woke Amelia up early and got her all dolled up. Amelia was confused. "We're getting divorced; why dress up so nicely?"

"You don't get it. This is exactly what we want! When he sees you looking so beautiful and elegant, he'll definitely regret being so determined to divorce you."

Sophia kept fussing over Amelia in the mirror, still not satisfied, and changed her into another dress.

When Amelia, in her stiletto heels, arrived at the entrance of City Hall, she saw a sleek black SUV parked there, radiating an air of unapproachable dominance. Chris was in the driver's seat. The window was half-open, showing his cold profile. The sunlight slanted over him, but he still gave off a chilly vibe.

As Chris noticed Amelia out of the corner of his eye, he pushed open the car door. His long legs came out first, and then he stood in front of her.

As always, he looked noble and aloof, as if he were above it all.Chris asked, "Don't tell me you are late because you were getting dressed up."

Chris's narrow eyes glanced at her indifferently, his face full of coldness.

Amelia's face immediately turned red, and she awkwardly walked into the City Hall.

Today she wore a beige long dress, her hair, usually tied up, was let down, softly draping over her shoulders. As she moved, her hair swayed, and a faint fragrance spread. In the sunlight, she was enveloped in an indescribable purity and charm.

Due to the discomfort of her high heels, Amelia walked slowly, fearful that a misstep might lead to an embarrassing stumble.

"Stop!" Chris took a big step to catch up with her and grabbed her wrist.

Unprepared, she stumbled, her long hair brushing against his face.

Chris's shoulder stiffened slightly, his anger subsiding a bit. "I'm talking to you!" He gritted his teeth, staring into her eyes.

Their eyes met, and he inexplicably saw himself reflected in her clear eyes.

"Let go." Amelia's breathing was a bit rapid, her wrist already red from his grip.

Chris sneered, "You better keep this attitude; don't beg me."

As Amelia pulled her hand back forcefully and took a deep breath. "Mr. Spencer, we're here to get a divorce, I don't think we need to talk. A clean break is better than anything."

She took a step back, stepping onto the stairs, trying to appear calm and steady. But her slightly trembling legs betrayed her nervousness.

Amelia mustered up the courage to add, "After all, this is a public place. If someone captures Mr. Spencer's inappropriate behavior, I guess Ms. Ross would be heartbroken." With that, she walked away immediately.

In just a few steps, she felt a cold gaze on her back.

Chris didn't use his influence to get special treatment or clear the area for exclusive service. They took a queue number and sat separately to wait.

Amelia pulled out her phone, trying to contact Paxton. But after sending over a dozen messages without a reply, she grew increasingly worried, wondering if she should go find him after this was over.

Chris sat alone in another row of public seats. His presence was so intimidating that no one dared to approach him.

"Who is he? He's so handsome. Do such handsome men get divorced too?"

"Of course, no matter how good-looking a guy is, he's still human, and divorce is always a possibility."

"He's so handsome; I think I've seen him on TV. Could he be a celebrity?"

People around whispered, all showing strong interest in Chris's striking appearance.

Amelia, with a chilly demeanor, stared intently at the number in her hand, focusing on waiting.

She couldn't let her mind wander, or she would uncontrollably think about life without Chris, which would surely be bleak. Once she started thinking, she couldn't bear to divorce Chris.

Across the aisle, Chris's eyes darkened as he stared at Amelia, observing her calm demeanor.

This was rare in the past three years. They had come to the City Hall, and Amelia still hadn't begged for mercy?

Suddenly, he stood up and walked straight towards Amelia. "Come out with me," he commanded, his voice full of pressure.

Amelia frowned. It was almost their turn; there was no need to delay for anything else. So she said softly, "Let's get the divorce first."

It seemed like she was eager to divorce, while he was deliberately stalling. Wasn't Chris the one who always wanted the divorce? But looking at her indifferent face, Chris just felt uncomfortable.

"Come out!" He used force to pull her out.

Amelia almost fell from his pull. She felt panicked and said coldly, "Let go of me!"

She had endured and suppressed for three years, all her dignity had been trampled.

Was she to be humiliated by him in public at the last moment? She just wanted a divorce, to return to their correct paths.

"Amelia, are you looking for trouble?" Chris brushed off non-existent dust from his hand, exuding a cold aura.

This was a sign of his anger.

"No matter what you say, let's get the divorce first!" Amelia took a deep breath, gritting her teeth, standing firm against him for the first time.

Chris's deep brown eyes turned sinister.

Under such a murderous gaze, Amelia didn't back down. She walked step by step to the counter; it was their turn.

If observed closely, one would see her back trembling. This was her muscle memory of fear towards him.

Seeing Amelia sign her name without hesitation, Chris sneered and thought, 'What trick is she playing this time?'

She planned to use divorce to threaten him for more benefits, such as rescuing the Tudor family and saving her father? Did she think he didn't dare to divorce?

Chris laughed mockingly, quickly signing his name with a cold face.

When Amelia was informed that there was a thirty-day consideration period, she felt a bit frustrated.

She had finally mustered the courage, but the divorce wasn't final yet. But it was okay; a month would pass quickly.

Chris mocked, "You are such filial. With your father half-dead in the hospital, you still have the mood to insist on the divorce."

Amelia was shocked. "What did you say?"

Chris's smile grew more pronounced. "Your eyes are bad, and your ears are deaf too?"

With that, he turned and left.

Amelia hurried to catch up and asked, "Where is my dad now?"