Chapter 125

As soon as Amelia Johnson stepped through the door, her eyes landed on a pile of gifts stacked high in the entryway—clearly all from Mr. Collins. For a second, it honestly felt like one of those old-school matchmaking visits from back in the day. Mr. Collins had always doted on her like she was his own granddaughter, probably even more than that. No doubt, he was the person most hopeful that she'd end up marrying Ethan Collins. Too bad—there was just no way that was happening. She took a deep breath and walked into the living room, flashing a bright smile. “Hi, Grandpa Collins.” Seeing her, Mr. Collins instantly lit up. He waved her over with a big grin. “Haven’t seen you in a while, and look at you—getting prettier every time!” Amelia walked over gracefully and sat down with ease. “Thank you, Grandpa Collins.” Then she pointed at the mountain of gifts in the room, pretending to be puzzled. “Why’d you bring so many things? That’s really too much.” Mr. Collins waved it off and chuckled.