After that, Amelia hung up the phone and returned to the ward.
Mr. Heartford had woken up. His face was still a little pale, but his eyes were particularly firm.
He held Amelia's hand and, in a hoarse but powerful voice, said, "Divorce, you must divorce Damien."
Amelia gently held her father's hand back and whispered, "Dad, I'm already divorcing him. You don’t need to worry about it."
In the last week before the divorce, Damien had been accompanying Victoria to clean up their new house, thinking that he would make up for things with Amelia once everything was settled.
Meanwhile, Amelia spent her time with her parents. Looking at the white hair on her father's temples and the fine lines around her mother's eyes, she suddenly realized something. And that realization slapped her hard even more.
Amelia had been the eldest daughter of the Heartford Family, living a life of luxury since childhood. But for a man, she had given up the family business and had been willing to assist him, handling the smallest tasks, all while enduring his neglect. Indeed, she was an idiot.