Addicted To Love

Amelia had just cried in the room. Even if she washed her face and wore a smile to cover up, nothing could mask the exhaustion and pain on her face.

Amelia nodded and felt a little sad.

"Amelia, please have your breakfast. You need to keep up your strength." Nicholas had a lot to say, but he held his tongue. His eyes were full of sorrow as he gazed at his daughter.

"Dad, I want to take a stroll in the backyard. It's still too early to eat." Her voice was hoarse from all of the hours she spent weeping.

Noticing her pale face and red eyes, Nicholas couldn't help but ask with concern, "Did you quarrel with Lucian?"

Amelia sent her father a quick smile to reassure him. "No, I'm just not used to eating breakfast too early." She slightly shook her head in self-admonishment, worried that she might end up revealing more than she intended to say. "Dad, I'll go out and exercise, and I'll have breakfast when I get back."

Nicholas sensed her reluctance to talk about what was bothering her and didn't push her to speak. "Okay, take your time. I'll ask the help to prepare something for you."

Amelia whispered her thanks and walked out of the hall.

Outside, the morning was crisp, and dew hung in the air.

Amelia slowly made her way across the green lawn to look at the foliage in her father's backyard, and dew on the ground seeped through her shoes. She took deep breaths, trying to ground herself, and let out a big exhale with her eyes closed. That simple action made her feel slightly calmer, and she opened her eyes to stare at the sky. Surrounded by the tranquility of the morning, she could still feel the profound sadness in her heart.

At noon, Lucian

She stepped forward to stop Nicholas, but Lucian's cold words cut her off.

"Don't apologize now! It won't change anything!" The ice in both his voice and expression was intimidating.

Clearly, he meant every word.

As if the wind was taken out of his sails, Nicholas slumped on his chair, his self-directed anger replaced with remorse.

"Did it ever occur to you that, like Amelia, I may not give a damn about your money? This inheritance issue has driven a wedge between us, and I'm not sure whether our broken family can be fixed."

Lucien took the words right out of Amelia's mouth.

Nicholas fell silent, suddenly lost in thought.

"You've always said that we will always be family. Why would you separate us?" Amelia didn't know where Nicholas's anxiety about their family sprang from.

He said that he trusted Lucian, so why did he divide the property into several parts?

"I know Lucian doesn't care about the Zhan Group, but I am worried that somebody may take advantage of that fact." At this moment, Nicholas's mind was in a whirlwind. Even he himself couldn't figure out why he felt so confused.

"Do you think splitting up your estate will give you a sense of security?" Amelia could only laugh in disbelief as she looked at Nicholas. "I have told you time and again that I know nothing of the Zhan Group. I am not equipped to help you deal with management problems and corporate decision, even less so with power grabbers."

As far as she was concerned, the Zhan Group was like a hot potato that she couldn't handle. On the other hand, Lucian could.

"Amelia, what your saying is making me even more worried," Nicholas sighed, anxiety clear on his face.