Amelia Miller didn't speak.
She looked up at the familiar face in front of her. They hadn't seen each other for two years, and he had matured a lot, but he was also much thinner. He had always had a feminine appearance, but now that he had lost weight, his features had gained a bit of masculinity.
Amelia looked at him for a moment, then slowly pushed away Norton Foster's hand that rested on her waist and carefully got out of the bed.
She stood by the bedside and straightened her clothes, then turned to the worried-looking old butler and said, "Take good care of him."
"Miss Miller... "
Amelia picked up her bag. "I'll come to see him when I have time."
Her expression was cold and resolute, and the old butler let out a quiet sigh and nodded, "Thank you very much."
Amelia nodded and turned to leave.
As the old butler escorted her to the door and turned to come back, he saw Norton lying on the bed, staring in their direction with wide eyes.
