When they returned to Orchard Garden, the reporters at the gate hadn't dispersed yet. Amelia leaned back in the car seat, arms folded across her chest, eyes closed, recuperating.
If this was a campaign, her best choice in it was to fight alongside Christopher Robinson. With her intelligence and her family background, she could gain many benefits from staying by his side.
Amelia was fully aware of this.
If she returned to her original position, the lighter consequences would be that she would be killed again by someone, while the more severe consequences would involve dragging the people around her down with her.
"Tell the kitchen to prepare some drinks and bread for the reporters at the gate,"
As Amelia's cool voice sounded in the backseat, Isaac Fenton was taken aback.
"Give them food after they attacked us like mad dogs?"
"Think of them as wild dogs watching your door. Just occasionally reward them with something to eat and broaden your horizons,"