He reached out and grabbed her hand, "Stay with me."
Amelia glanced at the wrist he had grasped and whispered, "Don't be spoiled."
Norton didn't say anything, pulling her from the edge of the bed and holding her tightly in his arms.
Amelia sighed silently as he held her like a child.
The two of them faced each other, and Amelia said, "Let's go to sleep."
Norton's delicate face seemed to smile, and he buried his face in her chest and whispered, "Amelia, I want to go with you."
"..." Amelia was silent for a while, "Stop fooling around."
He was now in a high position, controlling the Foster Group with one hand; what was there to leave?
"Anyways, I don't really care about it. They don't like me either. Nobody celebrates my birthday."
"...You deserve it."
He slowly tightened his embrace, "You wouldn't let me come to see you. You didn't even call me on my twenty-fifth birthday."
"..."
"I'll go to America. Whoever wants that position can have it; you can support me."
