Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 418

"That doesn't sound too hard." Ruby licked her lollipop, her eyes bright with hope. "So, after the surgery, I won't have to take those awful-tasting medicines anymore, right?"

Amelia looked at her, her heart aching and amused all at once.

This little one, always pretending the medicine doesn’t bother her, though every dose is a struggle. Even when she’s sick, Ruby tries to spare her mother’s feelings.

As they left the hospital, Amelia felt as if she were drifting through a dream.

Good news had come so suddenly, so unexpectedly, that it hardly felt real.

If this was a dream, she wished she’d never have to wake up.

Across town, Violet’s phone rang.

She listened quietly, then hung up and stared out the window at the trees, unmoving for a long time.

The housekeeper came to call her for dinner. After so many scoldings, the woman now spoke in a hushed, careful voice, afraid that one wrong word would set Violet off again.

But today, Violet was unusually mild-mannered. Even when one of the dishes was a bit too salty, she didn’t complain—instead, she started a conversation.

“Have you ever known anyone who had an organ transplant?” Violet asked, her tone almost casual. “Are the chances of rejection really that serious?”

The housekeeper found the question odd. Why was Violet suddenly bringing up organ transplants? Was this crazy woman planning to steal her kidney or something?

She edged away, wary. “I really don’t know much about it... Ms. Turner, why do you ask? Doctors always check for compatibility before surgeries like that. With medicine these days, they wouldn’t operate unless they were sure.”

Violet’s expression turned cold in an instant. She seized a white porcelain bowl and hurled it across the room. “Get out!”

The housekeeper scrambled to clean up the shattered pieces before fleeing to the kitchen.

Violet’s chest burned with rage.

The man had a gentle, scholarly look. He dabbed at his sleeve, then wiped the table clean. “It’s alright, really. No harm done.”

But Violet insisted on making it up to him, offering to buy him a new shirt. Eventually, he relented and gave her his size.

She pulled out her phone. “Can I add you on WhatsApp? When I buy your shirt, I’ll message you.”

He hesitated, a little shy, but as he glanced at the book Violet was reading, his interest piqued.

Violet followed his gaze to the table and smiled. “I love history books. My friends think my reading taste is boring.”