Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon) novel Chapter 130

Amelia felt a bit uneasy and quickly reassured Arthur, saying, "Don't worry, Mr. Appleton. As Mrs. Fitzgerald, I have some influence in Greenfield City. I'll make sure Simon gets in touch with the manufacturers and arranges the shipment for your silk order."

Arthur's face brightened with relief. "That would be a huge help! I'll be counting on you, Mrs. Fitzgerald."

As they left Fitzgerald Residence, Elsie muttered, "Dad, Amelia is so lucky. She grew up with everything, and even after her parents passed, she managed to marry someone with such a bright future."

Arthur sighed. "That's just how life goes. Let's hope she can actually come through for us."

"Why didn't you go to Janice instead?" Elsie asked.

She had known Janice since childhood; they had grown up in the same neighborhood.

"Between the two, Amelia clearly has more connections," Arthur replied.

"Okay."

Elsie stole one last glance at the grand villa, her eyes filled with longing. She wanted that kind of life too. There were rumors that Amelia and Simon hadn't even gotten legally married.

Catching up to Arthur, Elsie suggested, "Dad, why don't you try to get closer to Mr. Fitzgerald?"

…

In the study of Fitzgerald Residence, Simon received an email at 7:30 pm. At first, he thought he was mistaken. He straightened up and read it again. It was a confirmed medical diagnosis.

The words on the document sent a wave of dread through his body.

Just then, Amelia walked into the study, carrying a bowl of chicken noodle soup. "Simon, Mr. Appleton was my father's closest friend. He needs silk, but the factories in Greenfield City aren't selling to outsiders. Could you help him out?"

Simon snapped his laptop shut, turning to face her with an icy, emotionless stare.

The abrupt change in his demeanor startled Amelia. "Simon, you—"

Leaning casually against the doorframe, Adam took a bite of his apple. "If you don't want to help, then don't. But why are you taking it out on my sister?"

Simon had spent the entire afternoon dealing with Harry, and the shock of the email only added to his tension.

"How is this any of your damn business?" he roared.

Never one to back down, Adam retorted, "Regardless, Amelia is Mrs. Fitzgerald now. Do you really need to treat her like this over something so trivial?"