Chapter １３

In the following week, Amelia Wytte was busy with chores in the backyard.

Nicola Clinton seemed to be very busy these days. He even worked overtime in the company on weekends.

She had thought that such a peaceful life would last longer, but God didn't allow her to get what she wanted.

"Amelia , i... I want to ask you a favor." All of a sudden, she ran to the backyard and opened her mouth to Amelia Wytte with a frown.

"What's the matter?" Amelia Wytte asked softly, putting down the scissors in her hand.

It seemed that Noah was in a dilemma. After hesitating for a long time, she told her the purpose, Bill Clinton 's room was still the same until now, and the servants clean it every week.

And the one in charge of cleaning was Noah. Unfortunately, Noah happened to have her period today, and she had a stomachache, so she wanted to ask Amelia Wytte for help to clean her belly.

Although she also wanted to go to Nicola Clinton 's room to have a look, she hesitated when she thought of Nicola Clinton 's gloomy and terrible face.

"I don't think it's appropriate for me to go there. After all..."

"I have no choice. Mr. Clinton has been working overtime these days. I'll deal with Uncle Mark . Amelia , we are best friends. I can't find anyone else except you." Noah tugged at the corner of her clothes and began to act like a spoiled child.

Amelia Wytte pressed her red lips tightly. After hesitating for a while, she finally nodded and said, "Okay, the first and last time."

"No problem." Noah gave the key to her and ran back to the dormitory quickly.

Looking at the things in her hands, Amelia Wytte felt that they weighed a thousand pounds.

In the past, she always followed Nicola Clinton to his room. At that time, she only followed Nicola Clinton and didn't notice him at all.

Maybe she could also take this opportunity to see if she could find any clues?

Thinking of this, she took the tools and rushed to the destination.

Bill Clinton 's room was at the end of the corridor on the second floor. Facing the back garden, looking through the window,it had a beautiful view.

The decoration style of the room was also warm color, which looked very warm.

He had been dead for three years and three months, and everything was still the same.

Amelia Wytte puckered her lips and looked at the photos on the table.As if it was yesterday.

Tears welled up in her eyes and her feet were as heavy as a thousand pounds in an instant. She walked forward, but she couldn't help but raise her hand to hold the photo which showed his bright smiling face.

"Bill , please tell me who killed you, okay?" She choked with sobs. She was so sad that she didn't notice the sound of parking downstairs.

When Nicola Clinton came in, he saw that Noah was busy in the front yard. He frowned and looked at the backyard. He asked in a low voice, "what are you doing here? Where is Amelia Wytte?"

"She... She is in the backyard. Why did Mr. Clinton come back earlier today?" She averted her eyes and looked upstairs subconsciously.

Seeing what she was doing, Nicola Clinton sneered, "really? I'd like to have a look."

Then he walked straight to the backyard with two long legs. Noah followed in a hurry. She opened her mouth but couldn't say a word.

Passing the stairs, Nicola Clinton turned around and went straight to the second floor.

"Sir!" Noah screamed out subconsciously. When Nicola Clinton cast a cold glance at her, she had to shut her mouth obediently and slow down, but the corners of her mouth gently rose out of his sight.

Inside the room, Amelia Wytte sniffed and wiped every photo of him carefully with a towel.

With a sudden "bang", Nicola Clinton appeared in front of her. His eyes were full of fury, as if he was going to swallow her alive.

"Put the things down. Who allows you to enter his room without permission?" His eyes became cold and he stepped forward to push her away.

Without any precaution, Amelia Wytte stumbled. Her thin waist just hit the edge of the desk, and she gasped in pain.

But in Nicola Clinton 's eyes, she could only see strong disgust and hatred.

"I just want to help Bill clean his room..."

"You are not qualified!" Nicola Clinton snapped, his eyes turning red with anger, "you are the last person to enter this room. You murderer!"

"I'm not a murderer. How many times do I have to tell you to believe me? Today, it's because of the uncomfortableness of Noah that I cleaned it for her." Amelia Wytte stared at him.

However, Noah, who was called, shivered and waved her hand. "No, no, it's her who said she wanted to come in and have a look. That's why I agreed to help her."

"Noah, how can you do this?" Amelia Wytte frowned and couldn't believe what she said.

What kind of best friend? It turned out that she was just bluffing her!

"I'm telling the truth. I know you want to prove your innocence, but you can't get me involved." With her arms around her neck, she looked like a victim.

Amelia Wytte looked at the two of them with a self mockery smile, unable to say a word.

Nicola Clinton looked at her coldly, "Amelia Wytte, what else do you want to say now?"

"Now that things have come to this, what else can I say? Just take it as I miss him, so come to apologize to him specially." She smiled and responded in a neither humble nor pushy way.

"Regret? Well, I'll let you regret!" Nicola Clinton said abruptly.

Before she could react, the man's big palm had already grabbed her slender wrist, mercilessly stuffed her into the car, and let the driver drive to the cemetery.

Was... Was he really going to take her to see Bill ?

It was time for her to go after all these years.

She shook off Nicola Clinton 's hand and sat beside [quietly.

Looking at her side face, Nicola Clinton chuckled in his heart and felt that she was extremely hypocritical.

Along the way, no one spoke. More than an hour later, they arrived at Bill Clinton 's tombstone.

As soon as she stood still, her shoulder sank and she was pressed down by Nicola Clinton .

The moment her knees hit the hard ground, she only felt that her knees were about to break.

Nicola Clinton said in a cold and deep voice, "he's right here. Aren't you going to confess? I'd like to see what kind of lie you can make up in front of his tombstone!"

"I never lie. It's just that you don't want to believe me." Amelia Wytte straightened her back and gently stroked the photo on the tombstone.

"Bill , you trust me, don't you?"

"Amelia Wytte, you are even more slutty than I thought. If Bill sees you flirting in the nightclub, do you think he will still take you seriously?" Nicola Clinton sneered.

After all, they were in front of Bill Clinton 's tomb. He just attacked with words, not making a move.