Chapter 191: Dead End
"I’m fine," Michael Kentwood insisted as Amelia brought a spoon of porridge to his lips. "My hands still work. I can eat this by myself."
"Your hands are shaking, Dad," Amelia deadpanned. She sat at his bedside, the bowl of porridge placed on the side table while she held the spoon in her hands. "Just eat the porridge. You will need your strength to recover in time. Don’t you want to attend my wedding?"
Amelia mustered some tears into her eyes. In a softer voice, she added, "I’ll still need you to walk me down the aisle."
Michael breathed out heavily while maintaining eye contact with Amelia. In the end, he was the first to break their connected gaze.
"Fine," he all but grumbled before leaning in to eat the porridge. Amelia happily fed him more spoonfuls.
Ever since her father had regained consciousness, he was determined to rush out of the hospital to hunt down his family and the tabloids. Thankfully, Amelia managed to ease the fire on the latter when she showed him the article of their redeemed public image. He was still, however, determined to give his parents and brother a piece of his mind.
"Did the officers say anything about them?" Michael asked as soon as he swallowed the mouthful of chicken porridge. He hated eating this― it was always so bland. Yet, he had to admit that the way Amelia cooked it was a perfect replica of Elaine’s cooking. It tasted nostalgic.
"They’re still looking into the case," Amelia replied. "Matteo has hired the best lawyers for this. For now, we’ve managed to secure a restraining order. They won’t be able to come anywhere near us, or even X’el, for that matter."
"You should also sue them for the destruction of public image," Michael sneered. "Those little leeches... They’ve already sucked out so much blood from us all through the years. Now they’re trying to take more."