Chapter 2 Amelia Foster, do you have any shame left?

Although they were in the same city, they really hadn't seen each other in a long time.

It had been so long that she thought some things, if not forgotten, had faded, but when faced with them, she realized that they were just self-hypnosis, and the wounds in her heart were still fresh.

Daniel Cooper was wearing a black, long coat and didn't even bother with an umbrella, allowing the fine rain to fall on him, making him look even more indifferent and cold in the night.

His handsome, angular face showed no emotion, and when he spoke, his voice was as cold as this rainy night, "What are you doing here?"

Amelia Foster was already soaked, and a stubborn sneer appeared on her pale face, "Don't you know why I'm here?"

Daniel had no intention of pitying her and warned her directly, "If you have any self-respect, don't come to my doorstep in the dark and pretend to be mysterious, lest you scare my wife."

Wow, what a thoughtful husband.

Amelia laughed and took a step closer to him, raising her face covered with raindrops, "So nervous, afraid she'll misunderstand? Don't worry, as long as you let my father go, I promise I'll never appear before you in this life. Otherwise, next time, I'll directly go talk to your wife."

The wipers in front of the car were still wiping, and the shadows of people faintly appeared on the glass, reflecting her misery at the moment. Her wet hair was blown messy by the wind, and her soaked clothes couldn't keep out the cold of this early spring rainy night.

With a ghostly pale face and her lips turning blue from the cold, she finally broke down under his somber, silent gaze, "Daniel, what the hell do you want? Your lovely wife is pregnant, and I've been avoiding you, never disturbing your happy life. But what about you? You've been trying to trip me up in every possible way, and now you're even targeting my family! How can there be someone as selfish and shameless as you in this world?"

"I'm selfish and shameless?" He finally spoke, seemingly even laughing, "Anyone in this world can call me selfish and shameless, but you're the last person who has the right to."

Having said that, he turned and walked toward the car.

Amelia's anger surged, but she quickly suppressed it; she hadn't forgotten her purpose in coming today.

Since coming here, she had already thrown away her dignity. She caught up with him and grabbed his arm, calling out in a softer voice, "Daniel."

Daniel stopped and turned to look at her.

Amelia tried her best to make her smile more attractive, "As long as you let my father go, you can do anything you want with me."

He stared at her, frowning slowly, and the smile on the corners of his lips gradually turned cold. Suddenly, he lifted his hand to grab her jaw, "You're even bargaining with men now? Who else have you said such things to?"

Amelia's forced smile disappeared, and her eyes were full of sarcasm, "In these years, whenever a man treats me nicely, don't you always find a way to get rid of him? Aside from you, when do I have the opportunity to say that to anyone else?"

"Isn't Isaac Thompson a man?"

Amelia's eyes widened suddenly, "You've been spying on me?"

Isaac had been pursuing her unrelentingly for two years, but she had never given any response.

It wasn't until a week ago when Isaac found a kidney source for her father that she decided to give their relationship a try, only verbally agreeing. They hadn't even held hands yet.

Unexpectedly, Daniel knew all about this as well.

Daniel watched her with an expression that was half-smile, half-unknowable in his deep, ink-black eyes. His tone was light, but the words he spoke were like sharp blades, cutting right through her, "When you secretly aborted my child, didn't you swear that you'd never have anything to do with me again? Now you're with another man, and when you run into trouble, you come begging me... Amelia Foster, do you have any shame left?"