Chapter 177: It’s Nothing
Just as they expected, he saw Old Mr. Allson yelling at Nanny Daisy as soon as they walked in.
"Old woman, what’s wrong with getting you help me out for a walk? There are doctors everywhere. What can happen to me?"
When he heard that, Christopher roughly understood what had happened. Without waiting for Nanny Daisy’s reply, he said, "Grandpa, look who’s here."
As he spoke, he pushed Amelia towards the bed.
Old Mr. Allson’s was feeling rather unhappy but when he looked up, he saw the face that he had been missing. Surprise flashed in his eyes, lighting them up. However, that faded away quickly and he complained, "So you do know how to come back."
Amelia looked at her father who was getting older and older. His face was pale due to the pain of his illness. She could not help the tears that welled up in her eyes.
"Dad, I’m back."
She threw herself into Old Mr. Allson’s arms with tears in her eyes.
The father and daughter hugged each other.
"So you still remember that you have a father? You’ve been gone for ten years!" Old Mr. Allson snapped.
Amelia sniffled.
"Dad, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have left willfully then. But why didn’t you tell me earlier that you were sick? Otherwise, I would have come back long ago."
Old Mr. Allson snapped at him, "You’re willing to just let your business in Europe go like that?"
"So what if I can’t bear to let it go? After all, I only have one father."
As she spoke, she wiped away her tears.
"You always tease me."
Old Mr. Allson harrumphed.
The father and daughter looked at each other and smiled.
Christopher, who was standing by the side, teared up without realizing it. Back then, his mother had been so determined to leave that even he could not stop her.
Memories of the past came back to Christopher. He frowned and calmed down before stepping forward.
"Grandpa, do you feel better recently?"
Old Mr. Allson sighed. "What do you mean? Every day counts at my age. By the way,
have you seen Janice yet?" He asked Amelia.
Amelia shook her head. "Not yet. We made plans to have lunch together later."
Old Mr. Allson nodded with relief. "Janice is a good girl. You’ll like her when you see her."
He sighed.
However, Amelia glanced at Christopher who was standing beside her and said proudly, "Of course. Of course, I will like the person that my son chose."
At noon.
Janice did not see Christopher when she arrived at the restaurant.
She looked around with a frown and called Christopher.
"Where are you? Why don’t I see you?"
Christopher said, "I’ll be right there. Wait for me in room No. 6."
Janice nodded and followed the waiter to the door of room No.6.
She opened the door of the room and saw a woman sitting inside. She was instantly stunned and her first reaction was that she had entered the wrong room. She hurriedly apologized. "I’m sorry, I’ve entered the wrong room." Janice made the leave the room.
"It’s you."
There was a sudden noise behind her.
Looking back in puzzlement, Janice realized that it was the lady that she had met at the airport. She nodded, "Nice to meet you."
When Amelie saw her, she hurried forward and said, "Since we bumped into each other, let’s have a meal together. I still haven’t thanked you for helping me out this morning."
Janice hurriedly said, "It’s nothing, I have an appointment."
Amelia did not insist that she stay. So she said, "Well, let’s meet another day then."
The two of them got each other’s numbers.
Janice turned around and went out of the room. As soon as she stepped out of the door, she saw Christopher in the corridor.
When Christopher saw her coming out from the room, he asked in confusion, "Why did you come out?"
...
Janice glared at him. "It’s all your fault for remembering the wrong place. You made me go to the wrong place as well."
Hearing her words, Christopher seemed to understand what had happened. He said secretively, "Come in with me."
As he spoke, he pulled her along without waiting for her to react.
The door closed and then opened again. Amelia looked up and saw her son coming in. She subconsciously glanced behind her son and saw Janice standing behind Christopher. She was stunned and was about to speak, but Christopher cut her off.
"Janice, let me introduce you. This is my mother, mother, this is Janice."
However, just as he said that-
"It’s you?"
"It’s you?"
The two of them spoke at the same time.
Christopher stood between the two. He glanced at them and asked in confusion, "Why? Do you know each other?"
Amelia ignored her son’s question. She took a step forward and pulled Janice to her side. "She is the helpful reporter who helped me at the airport that I told you about before. This is fate."
Christopher was stunned when he heard that.
"What a coincidence!"
"What a coincidence. This is called fate."
Amelia patted Janice’s hand as she spoke.
"Yeah, I didn’t expect it to be you either." Said Janice.
"Come, sit down first. Let’s talk while eating."
As the three of them took their seats, Amelia pulled Janice to sit down next to her.
She wanted to take a good look at her daughter-in-law.
The more she looked at Janice, the happier she felt.
Amelia couldn’t help her lips from curving upwards.
Janice never expected that she would suddenly meet her mother-in-law.
Recalling that she was wearing a professional outfit today, she couldn’t help but glare at Christopher.
He didn’t tell her earlier that she would be meeting his mother so that she could go
back and change into more formal clothes. After all, it was her first time meeting her.
She had wanted to leave a good impression on Christopher’s mother.
Christopher met her angry eyes. He reached out from under the table and held her hand, indicating that she didn’t have to be nervous.
Amelia put the menu in front of her daughter-in-law and said, "Janice, come, take a look at the menu and see what you want to eat."
Janice felt a little ill at ease and she politely refused, saying, "Why don’t you order. I am not picky."
Christopher looked at the two of them letting each other order and said, "Mom, she doesn’t like to order. Let me do it."
He opened the menu and started ordering as he spoke.
Amelia rolled her eyes at her son. "Aren’t you being too overbearing? Janice still has to go along with your tastes."
"No, she likes everything I order."
Christopher sounded a little upset.
"Is that so? Janice do you like eating these things?" Amelia turned around to ask Janice.
Janice nodded, looking a little embarrassed.
Upon seeing this, Amelia smiled and rolled her eyes at her son. "I didn’t expect you to get it."
He already knew how to take care of people.
"Janice, don’t be shy. We are a family. We will get along well with each other in the future. If he dares to bully you, tell me, and I will definitely help you."
Amelia could tell that Janice was nervous and tried to comfort her.
Janice knew that her mother-in-law wanted her to feel more comfortable, and she was a little embarrassed. "Christopher treats me very well."
"Let’s hear it," Christopher said haughtily.
Amelia glared at him and said, "Don’t be too proud now. It’s not good enough for Janice to say so now. Just wait until you two are in your eighties. It only counts if she still says that then."
...
The meal was very pleasant.
When they parted ways, Amelia held Janice’s hand and said. "I’m so happy to have met you today. Oh right, I have a present for you."
She took out an exquisite jewelry box from her bag and opened it as she spoke. "This was specially designed for you. It was originally an entire set, but I came back in a hurry this time and only finished this piece. See if you like it."
Janice looked at the box and saw a pair of exquisite diamond earrings inlaid with precious sapphires. They looked elegant but not ostentatious. It was low-key and classical. This was her preferred style.
However, it was too expensive.
"It’s too valuable."
Although she liked it very much, she still felt that it was a little expensive.
Amelia replied, "It isn’t much. I came back in a hurry. If you think it’s expensive, you can call me mom and treat this as a fee for getting you to change the way you address me."
Since Amelia said so, Janice couldn’t refuse anymore. She took the box and greeted Amelia respectfully, "Mom".
Amelia smiled happily and said, "You guys go ahead. I’ll look around." Janice bid farewell to Amelia and walked towards the car.
Christopher followed her. Since he had left his car to his mother, he would have to drive Janice’s car back.
Amelia watched the two leave and couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration: What a good match!
She was about to open the door and get into the car when her phone suddenly rang.
She picked up the call.
It was unknown what the person on the other end of the line had said, but her expression turned cold. "You sent someone to monitor me? I’m warning you, don’t call me again."
She hung up the phone with a frosty look.
Christopher drove while Janice sat in the passenger seat.
She studied the earrings that Amelia had gifted her. The more she looked at them, the more she liked them.
It was no wonder that a designer’s work was often related to the designer’s personality. As expected, Amelia looked like a low-key and tasteful person, and the pieces she designed were naturally the same.
She liked them very much.
"How is it? Do you like them?"
Christopher asked when he saw her holding the earrings and studying them carefully.
Janice replied, "I do."
Her face was full of joy, and it could be seen that she liked them from the bottom of her heart.
"I’m glad you like them," he said. "Was I right? My mother is easy to get along with."
Janice nodded. "I didn’t expect my mother-in-law to be so easygoing."
"That’s to be expected. My mother is very real. She has always been someone who is honest with how she feels. She has never liked to do those superficial things. Thus, when she likes you, she truly likes you."
Janice could tell.
After being a reporter for so many years, the only ability she had learned was to see whether a person was sincere or not.
"By the way, tomorrow is Wednesday. Do you remember that I asked you to make time for me last time?"
Janice replied, "I do, but why?"
She had never understood why he had asked her to make time for him on Wednesday.
Christopher did not answer, but said, "Just tell me if you are free."
After some thought, Janice figured that she should be free since she had nothing to do at the TV station.
She nodded. "Kind of."
Christian said, "That’s good."
"But what exactly are you planning to do? I think I have the right to know."
"You’ll know when the time comes." Said Christopher mysteriously.
