Amelia Miller raised her head and looked at him for a while. Despite their unpleasant relationship later on, deep down, she still missed the young boy who had always followed and clung to her.
She had poured a lot of love and care into him, treating him like a sister caring for her beloved younger brother. If it weren't for what happened later, she might have continued to cherish this man.
Amelia composed her expression, trying to stand up from the man's embrace. The man, who had been keeping his eyes closed, opened them and tightened his hold around her waist with one hand. "I'm still giving you glucose. It'll be finished in half an hour."
Amelia lowered her head to look at the hand around her waist. "Let go of me."
Norton Foster was silent for a moment before he slowly released his arm encircling Amelia's waist.
Amelia stood up and sat down in the seat next to Norton, her head lowered as she looked at the trench coat on her body.
