Chapter 35

The next morning, the sun shone brightly. When Amelia came downstairs after washing up, Michael was sitting on the couch, reading the newspaper. She glanced at it briefly as she passed by, noting that it was Economic Times. In this age of digital media, his ability to still appreciate print so calmly was truly rare. "Good morning, Mr. Sutton." "Morning." Michael glanced at her and put away his newspaper. Somehow, Amelia couldn't shake the feeling that the way he'd looked at her just now had been a little strange. While she couldn't tell why, she didn't feel comfortable asking. At breakfast, Amelia hesitated for a moment but decided to ask the question anyway. "By the way, Mr. Sutton, about that issue…" Despite knowing she shouldn't ask if he'd promised to handle something, those creditors were quite persistent. She was worried that if it wasn't handled properly, they'd return and cause a ruckus again. Hearing her question, Michael glanced up at her. "Cyrus is taking care of it