19 019: Car accident _1

Juliet Walker fell silent for a while, took a drag of her cigarette, as if brewing some emotion: "International Negotiator Evelyn Cobb."

"Mr. Fenton's guest of honor, I met her at Orchard Garden."

When Isaac Fenton learned about this, he didn't have too much emotion, but instead fell silent.

That kind of silence, like mourning.

Like bowing down in reflection, and also like avoiding certain facts.

"Why do you bring her up?"

It took Isaac Fenton a while to utter this sentence. He reached into the ashtray to tap off some ash from his cigarette, and his gaze slowly fell on the window.

Juliet's hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, as if recalling something, and she sighed helplessly.

"Only alike—it's true there is no such thing as two identical entities in this world. Even twins have differences, let alone Evelyn Cobb is Evelyn Cobb, and Amelia Cobb is Amelia Cobb."

Isaac Fenton's words, he didn't know if he's comforting himself or making excuses for himself.

Every word spoken, like a drumbeat, struck upon one's chest.

Juliet Walker sighed, "Let it be, it's already happened."

Over the years, following Christopher Robinson, their hands had been stained with more than a little blood.

And Amelia Cobb was just one they felt slightly more regrettable about.

.......

They had a meal that wasn't filled with the smell of gunpowder, but neither was it harmonious.

After the dishes were served, Amelia Cobb lowered her head to eat and was unwilling to communicate with Christopher Robinson.

His articulate words seemed to hit a nerve, leaving her speechless for a while.

Amelia Cobb is just like that. When she's in a good mood, even when a kitten scratches her, she'll stoop down and meow back.

But when she's in a bad mood, even the biggest bosses have to be mindful of her expression.

"Send Miss Cobb back," the two of them came out of the restaurant and stood by the tree-lined avenue.

Christopher Robinson's words sounded like instructions for a certain task.

Diagonally across from them was the Capital High-end Shopping Center.

Behind them was an area that had not been demolished and rebuilt in the entire city.

In the early years, the Embassy Area was full of low-rise British-style buildings.

Unassuming luxury and breathtaking beauty had become a must-see tourist destination for many visitors.

Amelia Cobb slowly withdrew her gaze, "There's no need. Mr. Robinson doesn't know where I'm going, does he?"

"Miss Cobb can inform me," Christopher Robinson's gaze fell on her, losing a bit of its sharpness.

Amelia Cobb lowered her head to look at the fallen leaves at her feet. In May, the leaves that should have fallen were long gone, leaving only a few scattered ones still clinging stubbornly to the tree.

"As Mr. Robinson said, I have no choice. But even if I have no choice, I don't intend to cultivate any feelings with someone I don't love. Mr. Robinson, I hope you can stay away from me. The closest connection between us is, at most, a marriage certificate that should not have existed in this world."

Christopher Robinson's hand hanging by his side tightened slightly.

Juliet Walker and Isaac Fenton were both stunned.

They stared at Amelia Cobb as if they had just seen a ghost.

Capital's King—how many women flocked to him?

Even Old Mr. Cobb, such a well-known former diplomat, had to curry favor with him. Yet to Amelia Cobb, there was nothing but disdain.

Was she arrogant?

The essence of it was different.

Was she cold?

Almost the same meaning.

It was probably because they hadn't left the school yet. Her plain face, white short sleeves, canvas shoes, and jeans combination made it hard for them to see what kind of person she would become in the future.

Their understanding of Amelia Cobb was confined to her identity as a college student.

But a college student saying these words was as frightening as a five- or six-month-old baby suddenly speaking.

Isaac Fenton believed Juliet Walker's words: Amelia Cobb is not Amelia Cobb.

But she is not Evelyn Cobb either.

The skin was completely different.

The air around the four of them fell silent, and passersby glanced at Amelia Cobb and Christopher Robinson, pulling out their phones to take pictures.

What for?

Probably because they had heard too many stories of shopping mall tycoons dating female students, they thought they had seen the original today.

Christopher Robinson wearing an expensive designer suit, and Amelia, worth no more than a thousand pounds from head to toe. It was a stark contrast.

"Miss Amelia, can I understand your words to mean you only want to discuss interests with me?"

"Wrong. That's not my idea, it was Mr. Robinson's from the start. I'll always remember Mr. Robinson's words—if you obey, you'll stay; if you disobey, you'll be kicked out."

Having said that, Amelia Cobb glanced sideways at Christopher Robinson and turned to leave.

Ah——————————

A scream suddenly came from a well-dressed, wealthy woman across the street. Amelia Cobb's attention was drawn to it, and she saw a three- or four-year-old child chasing a flown-away balloon into the road. At that moment, the red light was almost over, and the green light had just come on. The cars waiting at the red light had just passed the first crosswalk, which was three to five meters away. Even if the brakes were applied, there would still be an impact.

Without thinking, Amelia Cobb dropped her bag and sprinted to the middle of the road. She stretched out her hand to grab the child and protect him in her arms just a few centimeters away from the car.

Tsk————————

Bang——————.

The former was the sound of brakes, and the latter was the sound of Amelia Cobb being hit.

In an instant, the air stood still.

People's thoughts a moment ago were that the child was done.

But the next moment, someone stepped forward to save him and rescued him.

Christopher Robinson's shock in his eyes took a while to fade away. After a few seconds, he hurriedly walked forward, bypassing the traffic.

"Amelia, Amelia." The man's urgent voice echoed on the road.

He squatted down and patted Amelia Cobb's face with his hand.

Across the street, the wealthy woman rushed over, repeatedly shouting the child's name, "Brian, Brian."

It seemed the child was frightened. The moment he saw his mother, he began to cry loudly.

Amelia Cobb relaxed her grip slightly, letting the child crawl out of her arms.

The crying of the adults, the crying of the children, the sound of honking, men's shouts, and the worried voices of the people all mingled together.

Just before she fainted, Amelia Cobb was thinking it would be better if she died.

This half-dead state was excruciating.

By the time Amelia Cobb was taken to the hospital, she was already in a deep coma.

The doctor took her for a series of tests, and in the long corridor, Christopher Robinson's suit had a faint trace of blood on it. The woman was shivering in her seat from the cold.

Christopher Robinson looked at her with a low gaze.

He didn't say a word, but it was enough to keep her from speaking.

"Sir, Brian has been checked out, and there's nothing wrong with him. He just has a little scrape on his arm."

Juliet Walker came over from the hospital and whispered in Christopher Robinson's ear.

Christopher Robinson grunted in response.

Juliet Walker looked at the woman sitting on the long bench and felt pity for her for some unknown reason.

She continued, "The Cobb family members are already on their way."

Christopher Robinson nodded slightly, his gaze still on the woman sitting on the long bench: "The Robinsons were too kind to you."

Bang——————.

The woman suddenly knelt to the ground, her tearful face filled with fear as she looked at Christopher Robinson: "I didn't mean it, I really didn't know why he suddenly ran onto the road. Christopher, you have to believe me."

She gazed up at him, her face pale without any blood color.