Damien’s heart suddenly pounded. He quickly got out of the car and helped Victoria forward.
"What are you doing?"
His eyes were fixed on the document.
"Who wants a divorce?"
The papers looked familiar, but before he could get a clear look, Amelia calmly put them into her bag.
"Elizabeth and her husband are getting a divorce. I’m helping her with legal advice," she said.
Elizabeth was Amelia’s best friend. She was using her name to avoid suspicion. Amelia then turned her attention to Victoria, who was clearly drunk.
"What happened to Victoria?" she asked.
"Is she okay?"
Damien hesitated and then replied, "Her ex-husband’s family made a scene. She’ll stay here for a few days."
Then, as if trying to regain control of the situation, he looked at Amelia with concern and softly berated her, "Even if you’re helping a friend, you shouldn’t meet a man so late at night."
His tone was the usual one he used when lecturing her.
Amelia looked at Victoria, who was leaning against Damien, her chest pressed against his arm. The situation was beyond ironic. This man, who treated her like a sister, treated his real sister like a lover.