Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber) novel Chapter 708

"I'll accompany you there after breakfast," Jared said.

Amber nodded in agreement.

They got up, washed up, and walked out of the bedroom.

Just as Amber was about to go to the kitchen to cook, the doorbell at the entrance of the living room rang.

"Jared, the doorbell is ringing," Amber said to Jared, who was making coffee in front of the coffee table.

Jared poured out the brewed coffee, and then answered, "It should be Ben. He bought breakfast for us."

"You asked him to do that?" Amber raised an eyebrow.

Jared nodded. "I sent him the message when I woke up."

After speaking, he walked towards the entrance and opened the door.

As expected, standing outside the door was Ben.

"Come in." Jared let go of the door handle and turned back to the living room.

Ben followed in behind him with the breakfast box.

In the living room, Ben nodded to Amber, who was sitting on the sofa and drinking the coffee brewed by Jared. "Good morning, Miss Reed."

"Good morning, Ben," Amber smiled back and greeted.

Ben put the breakfast on the table in the dining room and said, "By the way, Mr. Farrell, when I was on the way here, I was told that there were countless reporters outside both Goldstone and our company."

"Got it." Hearing Ben's words, Jared nodded with a cold expression, not surprised at all.

Amber was not surprised, either. Instead, she drank coffee calmly.

It was not her first time to be a trending topic, and she was even more well-known than some stars.

Every time Amber was made a trending topic, the reporters would follow her everywhere.

Therefore, she remained calm when hearing that outside Goldstone were many reporters.

After all, Amber was used to it.

Seeing that both Amber and Jared remained calm, Ben was lost for words.

Amber and Jared paid no attention to it.

Therefore, Ben thought he needn't be so restless.

With a shrug, Ben said nothing and continued to take the breakfast out of the box.

After a while, breakfast was ready.

Ben looked at Amber and Jared over the coffee table. "Mr. Farrell, Miss Reed, it's time to eat."

"Let's go." Jared put down the coffee and got up, grabbed Amber's wrist, and took her to the dining table.

After breakfast, it was half-past eight.

There was an hour and a half before the press conference. Amber could go to the bank and back to Goldstone. Co before the press conference began.

On the way to the bank, Jared suddenly thought of something, and turned his head to look at Amber, who was typing on the phone. "Little Maple."

"Yeah." Amber heard it and looked up at Jared. "What's wrong?"

"You said that the videos of Braylee and Beatrice bullying you are stored in the bank's safe, but where is the adoption certificate? If you don't have an adoption certificate, how can you explain to the public that Hugo adopted you." Jared frowned with a solemn expression.

Amber didn't know that she was Trenton's daughter, but Jared knew.

Amber was stolen from Trenton by Hugo, not adopted from an orphanage, so she did not necessarily have an adoption certificate.

After all, Lina was in a trance at that time because of their first baby Ivy Reed's death. Hugo adopted Amber because he wanted her to comfort Lina.

If so, there would not necessarily be an adoption certificate.

After all, for more than 20 years, no one except the Lyons knew that Ivy, Hugo's real daughter, had died and that Amber was not Hugo's biological daughter.

The public had never heard of the news that Hugo adopted a child.

Therefore, it was likely that Amber didn't have an adoption certificate.

Looking at Jared's serious face, Amber knew what he was thinking. She put her hand on his thigh and smiled softly. "Don't worry. I have an adoption certificate."

"Really?" Jared was stunned.

Amber nodded. "Well, I thought I didn't have it, either, so when I was taking a shower this morning, I called the police to see if my father had ever gone through the adoption procedures. As you know, my parents did not disclose the death of their real daughter, nor did they disclose it when they adopted me. This means they didn't want the others to know that their biological daughter died. Instead, they wanted to tell the outside world that I am their biological daughter, so they didn't need to go through adoption procedures at all."

"Yes." Jared nodded.

He was thinking so.

Amber smiled again, "Therefore, when I called the police, I was very nervous, thinking that I will have to ask my grandpa to be my witness if there wasn't an adoption certificate. Fortunately, my parents did go through the adoption procedures for me, and the police agreed to make the adoption certificate for me. I asked Sheila to get it and she has got it. She is reporting about it to me now."

"I see." Jared frowned. "That's great."

If Amber didn't have the adoption certificate, Jared would ask someone to forge one.

It was not difficult for Jared to do that.

But fortunately, Amber did have one, so Jared naturally didn't need to do that.

After all, a falsifying adoption certificate could temporarily help them get through the difficult time, but it would make them guilty.

Jared didn't want Amber to worry about it in the future.

After a while, they reached the bank.

Before coming, Amber had made an appointment for the bank's safe, so it didn't take long to get what she wanted.

Back in the car, Amber put the small suitcase she had just taken out of the bank safe onto her lap, rubbed its surface, and whispered, "I'm also curious what it is besides the videos."

"You don't know?" Jared glanced at the suitcase and asked.

Amber shook her head. "I don't know. Apart from what my father told me, I don't know anything about it."

"Just open it and take a look." Jared said, "Anyway, you have to open it if you want the memory card."

"You are right." Amber smiled and then began to turn the knob.

She knew the password was her birthday. Hugo told her after putting the suitcase in the bank.

Amber always kept it in mind.

A click broke the silence.

When Amber turned the knob according to the last number, there was a click in the combination lock.

Amber smiled in surprise. "It's opened."

Jared stopped supporting his head and withdrew his elbow from the armrest of the car door.

Amber grabbed both sides of the suitcase with both hands, lifted the top, and opened the suitcase.

Unexpectedly, in addition to the memory card and real estate certificate that Amber knew early on, the rest was a folded silk product and a set of baby clothes.

Amber was stunned. "Why did my father keep baby clothes inside? And what is this silk product?"

Amber rubbed it and felt it was as soft as cotton. She was surprised. "Is it a quilt?"

After that, Amber took out the quilt, unfolded it carefully, and found that it was indeed a quilt.

More exactly, it looked more like a swaddle.