Today, Blanca Roach wanted to take Alice to the early childhood school, but she chose to come to the studio in order to ask for clarification.
She sat on the chair behind the desk, looked up at Amelia who was waiting at the door, and spoke lightly.
“What are you doing standing in the doorway?”
“Blanca, I still feel sorry for you.” Amelia lowered her eyes and looked at her feet with a pitiful look, “I really didn’t mean to …”
“That’s something you should say to Isabel.”
Blanca Roach stared at her, unmoved.
Based on Isabel’s relationship and friendship with her, Amelia should not push Isabel out as a shield in any way.
How could she trust someone like that who stabbed her in the back?
“I will definitely go and apologize to Isabel, it wasn’t me who came up with this idea, and I didn’t want to harm you and Isabel, I was forced to.”
Amelia’s hands were obstinate, her expression innocent, even with a little cry.
She did it just to bet on whether Blanca Roach would be compassionate for her or not, as long as there was a chance she could still turn it around.
“Blanca, don’t kick me out, okay?”
“I don’t dare to drive people away, so that it is entirely your own choice.”
Blanca Roach looked cold, looking at the person in front of her only sarcastic, her tone was thin and cold.
“You go to the finance and collect your salary for this month, pack your things and leave within today.”
“Hmm?” Amelia froze for a moment, and then her expression suddenly sank, mocking: “Blanca Roach, you are really cruel.”
“I am cruel? That’s not as bad as you, Amelia.”
Blanca Roach was not surprised by her sudden change of heart and looked at her with a detached look in her eyes.
From the beginning she had approached her with an agenda, whether it was to come to the studio to work or anything else not out of friendship for her and Isabel.
She put a tap on the table and asked softly.
“Amelia, now that it’s all been picked out, would you say that this time the idea was your idea or not? Including setting Isabel up.”
“I don’t know.” Amelia shook her head and pulled the corners of her mouth into a smile, “Do you think I would tell you? No way!”
“If you don’t tell me, someone will naturally.”
Blanca Roach’s face did not have a trace of impatience, but rather carried a kind of smugness of having it all figured out.
She guessed that Amelia could not tell her so easily, no matter if it was to get back at her or to let herself escape responsibility.
So, there was still a need for some other stimulus.
She smiled faintly and lowered her voice, deliberately making her tone sound mysterious.
“Yesterday at The Grant family’s old house, Shelly was adding to everything in order to keep the engagement with The Grant family.
Sure enough Amelia looked visibly flustered for a second, then only to calm down and take a sharp breath.
“Blanca Roach, do you think I can tell you just by saying that? All I can say is that Shelly forced me to do everything! I’m the one who’s the most innocent!”
“Suit yourself, I can guess without you saying it anyway, Amelia you don’t think you’re disguised and hidden, in fact all your purposes are unfolded clearly.”
Amelia narrowed her eyes and stared at the person in front of her with a deadly stare, her hand tightened and her nails dug deep into her flesh.
She had done this just to get closer to Matthew Grant so that she could live the life of a human being, but she had never expected to become a clown in the eyes of others.