Her Rebirth.-Chapter 19

Eve sat comfortably on the white and gold chaise, her perfectly manicured fingers scrolling through her phone as she lazily mused, "I think I’ll stop by Lavienne tomorrow. They just released their new collection, and I simply must have that red silk dress I saw last week."

She glanced at Ray with a teasing smile. "You should come with me, Ray. I’ll pick out something nice for you. And Lilac, of course, you’ll come too. You need some new clothes, don’t you?"

Ray smirked, leaning back into the couch. "Tch. I don’t need you dressing me up like a doll, Mum. I am no longer a kid"

Eve answered sweetly " You are forever a kid to me".

You think if not for the fact you are the Cosgrove heir I would even bother with you.

She turned to Lilac wanting her to convince Ray when she noticed that Lilac was barely listening to the conversation.

She sat quietly by the window, her delicate fingers absentmindedly twisting the hem of her dress. Her usually soft, smiling face was clouded with something that looked like worry.

Eve’s brows furrowed slightly before she put on a concerned expression. "Lilac? You seem lost in thought. Something wrong?"

Lilac hesitated before sighing softly. "I’m just... worried. Amelia hasn’t come back yet."

For a split second, Eve’s face fell into a frown.

Why is this stupid girl bringing up that brat now?

But she was able to quickly shift her expression into something soft and sorrowful. She let out a dramatic sigh, shaking her head as if she, too, was burdened by the thought. "Maybe she just needs some space, Lilac. After all... she hates us."

Mason, who had been flipping through a business report, suddenly slammed it shut, his brow twitching in irritation.

"Lilac, don’t mention that unfilial child’s name in my presence."

Ray scoffed. "Yeah, stop wasting your time worrying about Amelia. She’ll come running back eventually."

She always did.

However now... A week had passed. At most, she would spend two days away and then come back, but now, she had yet to return.

Lilac bit her lip.

Why did she have a strange feeling that Amelia was never coming back?

"But... what if she never comes back?" Lilac glanced at Mason. "And what if Grandfather asks for her?"

At that, Mason stiffened slightly.

During Grandfather Cosgrove’s birthday, Amelia had no longer been cold to him and had warmed her way further into his heart, so there was a possibility of him wanting to check up on her. If he called for Amelia and found out that Mason was the one who threw her out, there would be consequences.

His grip tightened on the armrest.

Without another word, he pulled out his phone and dialed Amelia’s number.

It rang once.

Twice.

No answer.

Mason’s jaw clenched. He redialed.

Still nothing.

His fingers tightened around the phone, his teeth gritting in frustration.

She was deliberately ignoring him.

Fine.

His gaze darkened as he called his assistant. The moment the call connected, he ordered between gritted teeth,

"Find Amelia. Now."

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Amelia strolled through the quiet hallway of the hotel as she sipped on a cold milk tea. The soft slosh of liquid and ice against the cup was the only sound as she fished for her room key.

With a relaxed sigh, she pushed open the door—

And stopped dead in her tracks.

There, standing right in the middle of her hotel room, was Mason Cosgrove.

And his guards.

Amelia’s brows lifted slightly.

Then, with an unbothered exhale, she took another sip of her milk tea before muttering—

"The fuck?"

Mason’s eyes were filled with irritation. "You unfilial child. Look at when you’re coming back! And why didn’t you pick up my calls?"

Amelia leaned lazily against the doorframe, blinking at him. "Because I’m not obligated to."

Mason’s expression darkened. His temper flared, and his hands twitched as if he wanted to grab something, smash something.

His gaze darted around the room, zeroing in on a small glass vase on the nightstand.

His fingers curled, prepared to send it flying—

"Try it."

Amelia’s voice was calm, but her eyes were extremely cold.

Mason hesitated.

"If you smash anything in here," Amelia continued, taking another sip of her drink, "I won’t hesitate to call the police on you."

One of the guards let out a small scoff.

What was a little police trouble? They could take care of it.

"Even if you manage to resolve it," Amelia said, tilting her head, "who’s to say one of your rivals won’t use that against you? ’Mason Cosgrove, caught for vandalizing his own daughter’s hotel room.’ What a scandal."

Her lips curled into a mocking smirk.

Mason’s fingers tightened into fists. His shoulders trembled with anger.

"Good. Very good," he muttered, his teeth clenched.

Amelia shrugged, finishing the last of her milk tea. She turned, tossing the empty can into the trash with a casual flick of her wrist.

"So?" she drawled, folding her arms. "What do you want?"

Mason exhaled sharply. "When are you coming home?"

At that, Amelia paused for a moment.

Then, suddenly—

She laughed.

It was short and amused.

Her eyes lifted mockingly to meet his.

"Never."

"You don’t have a choice."

Amelia tilted her head, a lazy smirk playing on her lips. "Wasn’t it you who drove me away? Why do you suddenly want me back in that hellhole? Is it because you are scared of Grandfather? "

Mason’s eyes studied her carefully.

She truly wasn’t planning on coming back.

Then, with a resigned sigh, he asked one last time,

"You’re sure you’re not coming back?"

"No."

A heavy silence settled between them.

Then, Mason’s lips curled slightly, not in a smile, but in something calculating and cold.

"Alright."

He turned on his heel, his guards following behind him.

As he stepped out of the room, the door clicking softly behind him, he turned to one of his guards.

"Call every hotel manager and realtor in the city," he ordered. "Make sure she doesn’t get a place to stay."