Throughout the day, the two of them didn't eat or drink anything and their emotions were fluctuating. Only when they settled down did they realize that they were both tired, shocked, and hungry. Uncle Taylor had prepared food and kept it warm, waiting for them to feel like eating. The maids dared not look at Tyler Davis's knife wound on his face, each lowering their heads.
At that moment, someone came in to report, "General, Vice Admiral Jacob has finished his punishment and wants to see you!" Amelia served herself a bowl of soup and looked coldly at Jacob Anderson's bloody back and legs. She realized that this was what it meant to accept punishment.
"What do you want to say?" Tyler Davis asked icily.
"General...General, I know my mistake and accept my punishment. Please allow me to continue serving as your vice admiral!" Jacob Anderson's face was pale and covered in cold sweat, but he rushed over just to say these words.
Tyler Davis didn't respond, and it seemed like he had no intention of agreeing. Amelia was surprised. Was Tyler Davis planning to transfer Jacob Anderson? This was the person who had followed Tyler Davis for four years! What's more, Amelia remembered clearly in her past life that Jacob Anderson had risked his life to save Tyler Davis when he was in danger.
So Amelia spoke up calmly, "I'm used to having this vice admiral by your side. Let him stay."
Jacob Anderson looked up at Amelia in shock. He never thought that the victim would plead for him. After all, he had nearly killed Amelia! When he realized that Amelia had not betrayed Tyler Davis, he began to regret his actions.
Tyler Davis had originally looked determined, but after Amelia spoke, he said calmly, "Then let him stay, but there won't be a second chance."
Jacob Anderson's face suddenly softened, and he struggled to get up, "Thank you, General, thank you, Miss Amelia. Jacob Anderson won't forget this!"
...
Amelia was emotionally exhausted and didn't have much appetite. She ate a little and then stopped moving.
"Aren't you going to eat anymore?" Tyler Davis asked cautiously.
"I'm full, and I'm a little tired. I want to rest!" Amelia said weakly.
The second floor room had been cleaned up again, and Tyler Davis brought Amelia back to the room.
Amelia looked at the newly refurbished room and felt a pang in her heart!
"Tyler Davis, come up here and sleep with me!" Amelia demanded unreasonably.
Tyler Davis obediently lay down next to Amelia, looking worn out and exhausted. She couldn't help but wonder how he had been living during this time!
The two lay down together, with Amelia leaning towards Tyler Davis and gently resting her head on his arm.
"Tyler Davis, what I said before doesn't count. Listen to me now! I like your room, I want you to live well, I hope you succeed, and I love you for who you are!" Amelia declared.
Tyler Davis closed his eyes, trying to hide the tears or the shock in his eyes.
"Did you hear me, Tyler Davis?"
"I heard you," he replied. He had heard every word, she said she loved him!
He dared not even dream of such wonderful words. He had waited for so long, and now he had everything he wanted in this life!
...
The next day!
Tyler Davis felt that this was probably the best sleep he had had in years.
Amelia had gone back to school, and after yesterday's incident, she had originally planned to go to the research institute, but it took her a day to get there.
There were no important classes in the morning, so she went directly to the research institute. Brooks, the professor, still gave her a few cold snorts, but they seemed a bit heavier than a few days ago, as if he thought she was slacking off.
Amelia's job was still reading books and organizing the miscellaneous room.
The dust in the miscellaneous room had been cleaned many times, and it was not as dirty as before. Amelia could gradually sort these items with peace of mind.
Sometimes, when Amelia was busy, Professor Brooks would ask her to monitor experiments at any time or to do some miscellaneous tasks. Amelia had no complaints or dissatisfaction.
After a few times, Professor Brooks thought that Amelia was an easy-going person, so he stopped bothering her.
After a busy day, when Amelia was preparing to go back to school, several young men and women stopped her at the entrance of the research institute.
"Are you Amelia?" one of the young men with glasses asked her.
Not all people with glasses are polite, and the look in his eyes behind the lenses was sharp and provocative. He didn't seem like a good person.
"What's the matter?" Amelia asked coldly. Lately, too many people had been asking her if she was Amelia, and she didn't like it when people were impolite.
Before the bespectacled man could speak, someone immediately interjected, "Wow, you're quite bold. You're just a small assistant in the lab, yet you dare to talk to senior Benjamin Adams like that. Do you even know who he is? He's Benjamin Adams."
Amelia raised an eyebrow and casually asked, "Who's Benjamin Adams?"
"...," the bespectacled man's expression changed, and he spoke in a low voice, "You're really daring."
Amelia didn't understand. How could not knowing someone be considered daring, especially when she really didn't know who Benjamin Adams was?
The sycophantic bespectacled man who had been acting according to the situation quickly stepped forward and introduced, "Listen up, Senior Benjamin Adams is the most talented person to come out of Saint Hua in the past three years. He graduated in just one year and six months and was allowed to directly enter the research institute. He's a legitimate researcher, not someone like you, an assistant, can compare to."
"Oh, and then what? Why are you stopping me?" Amelia asked calmly.
She wasn't impressed by this so-called record holder and just wanted to know why they were blocking her way. She was busy, after all.
The few people on the other side didn't know how to respond.
Benjamin Adams couldn't help but laugh, "Good, you really deserve your green card. I don't know what channels you used to get it, but someone like you being able to get a green card is a stain on it."
Amelia's expression also turned cold. She was already a little impatient with these people blocking her way, and she had no interest in being verbally attacked.
With slightly narrowed eyes and a slightly raised head, Amelia's otherwise calm demeanor took on a hint of arrogance.
"I didn't expect someone to question my green card. The research institute's information is really closed off. Benjamin Adams, so you're Senior Benjamin Adams, huh? Are you the one who tried to get a green card but failed and are now just here bothering me for no reason?"
"You... you're talking nonsense. How dare a small assistant act so arrogantly in the research institute? Do you believe I can make you leave the research institute directly?" Benjamin Adams was so angry he almost cursed.