My Brother, The Devil ✔

11

Blair POV.

This night, I am not sleeping well. When I wake up, it's already afternoon. I turn my head and see a familiar figure sitting beside the bed. She is gently placing a meal tray on the bedside table. When she notices I'm awake, she greets me respectfully, "Miss. Blair, good afternoon."

I sit up and scrutinize Amelia. She looks darker and thinner, dressed in a simple shirt and jeans, looking weary, but her eyes remain as gentle as ever.

I gaze at her suspiciously, "Did George send you to plant trees in the desert??"

Amelia doesn't speak, just smiles.

I go to the bathroom to freshen up, and when I come back, Amelia has prepared the meal and set it in front of me.

As I eat, she sits beside me, flipping through my medical reports from my time in the hospital.

I put down my utensils and suddenly remember something, "Why didn't you let me shoot Eli at the night club that night?"

Amelia puts down the reports.

"...You are Miss Blair of the Emerson family. Anyone who tries to bully you will be punished. You don't need to take matters into your own hands."

I find Amelia interesting; everyone else knows I'm a fake socialite, but only Amelia treats me seriously every day.

I prop my chin up, continuing, "Where did the gun go then?"

Amelia replies, "I'm sorry, I don't know."

I change the question, "Where did the gun come from?"

Amelia hesitates for a moment before answering, "You know, the owner of that club is related to Mrs. Mary, so it couldn't have been someone else hiding the gun in the club. The gun must belong to the club owner."

Things are getting interesting. I widen my eyes, "Besides that gun, are there any other things in the club?"

Amelia answers quietly, "I don't know, Miss Blair."

"Check it out."

Amelia looks surprised, lifting her head.

"I want to know what business the owner of that club is really in and who is backing him up."

Amelia hurriedly says, "Miss Blair, I must prioritize your safety, I..."

"I know you're capable, you can find it out. Just satisfy my curiosity, alright? I promise as long as you tell me the results, I won't drink again, deal?"

She finally nods.

I spend the afternoon leisurely; after lunch, I go to the balcony to soak up some sun, then start working on my laptop.

The maids take very good care of me, preparing afternoon tea for me. When they see me working alone on the balcony, they're worried about the chill and quietly bring me a thin blanket.

Feeling warm, and tired from work, I open an entertainment website to read some gossip news and rest for a while.

Then I see George's face.

He appears in an upscale community, accompanied by a beautiful woman.

George doesn't come home until very late tonight. He doesn't eat dinner, just goes straight to the master bedroom.

I hear his footsteps from the guest room and walk out.

The door to the master bedroom is half-open, so I politely knock and lean against the door frame.

"I saw the paparazzi caught you two looking at wedding home today."

"Yeah." He's hanging up his suit and doesn't look at me.