Chapter 43

Michael felt that he really needed a cold shower at the moment. Otherwise… "Alright." He turned around and left. Amelia was at a loss for words. Why was his reaction so strange? Clearly, she was already wearing the clothes. She couldn't figure him out! However, her crisis should be averted for now, right? … That night, Michael wasn't having dinner at home, so Amelia took the chance to video call Rachel. She was delighted to see that Rachel seemed to be in good spirits onscreen. Before hanging up, Amelia asked Rachel what she wanted to eat the next day. She happened to be free and could cook for her. Rachel didn't want to trouble her and kept refusing. In the end, she finally said the name of one dish at Amelia's insistence. "Amy, I'm craving the taste of your pork ribs." Amelia froze. Pork ribs? A buried memory from long ago suddenly resurfaced in her mind. Amelia remembered the time before Harry became addicted to gambling. They had still been a warm family of three. Alth