Since She Met Lucian

Normally, no matter how harsh her words were, Amelia wouldn't fight back but this time...

Briefly astonished, Yolanda snorted, "Amelia, I know what you cherish the most. It's the photo of your mother, right? I put it in the storage room so you won't have to worry about losing it anymore."

"Did you put my mother's portrait in the storage room?" Amelia was seething by now, eyes widened in anger.

"Yeah, it's the perfect place to store it in because no one ever goes there and it's quiet there. That's what dead people like, right? They like places that are quiet," Yolanda continued indifferently, failing to notice the anger rising in Amelia.

"Clap!" The sound echoed throughout the building.

"How dare you slap me, Amelia?" Yolanda was still in a daze as she covered her face with her hand.

"Did you really think I wouldn't fight back? That's my mother you're talking about! You're getting on my nerves and I won't tolerate that," Amelia said calmly as she made her way to the storage room.

It didn't matter to Amelia how badly she got treated or how other people often wronged her but when it came to her mother, she had very little tolerance.

Iris committed suicide because she couldn't handle all the problems she was carrying on her back. She deserved to be respected in her death. Only horrible people spoke ill of the dead and only Yolanda and Sophia were capable of doing such a despicable thing.

The storage room was dark and it was filled with a lot of junk that the Mo family had accumulated throughout the years. When Amelia opened the lights, she sighed as the amount of boxes that had been stuffed in this room was unbelievable. It would take her forever to get through all of these. Holding back her tears, she tried her best to look through the boxes to find her mother's portrait.

"Let me help you," Lucian suddenly spoke. His gentle voice made her feel a little bit better.

"Thank you." Amelia didn't refuse and she continued to look through the boxes.

About half an hour had passed yet they still couldn't find Iris's portrait. By this time, she was already sweating buckets. There was no air circulating in their basement so she was having difficulty breathing. Putting a hand on one of the boxes for some support, she started to do deep breathes.

"Why don't you go out for some fresh air? I'll stay here and continue looking," Lucian said gently to Amelia when he realized she was having difficulty breathing.

Lucian insisted since he knew she was never going to admit that she was tired.

She wiped the sweat off her forehead. Her eyes were swollen and red despite not crying.

Every time she thought of her mother, she had to control herself and stop herself from crying even though she could feel the sadness filling her heart. Some people say that when it comes to the dead, it's better to smile at them and relieve them of whatever worries they might have about you.

'Mom, don't worry. I won't put up with anything like that anymore. I don't want you to worry about the future,' Amelia thought inwardly.

to her chest, tears finally streamed down her face, letting

walked over and touched Amelia's head

Amelia walked out of the storage room, she didn't see Yolanda. Instead, she saw Jasper who was standing in the living room, looking guilty. The minute he

wasn't even mad anymore until he mentioned this. Now

sneered in disdain, "Jasper, you have no

visibly embarrassed. After a while, he said, "To be honest, I didn't mean to take over your room like that but... I mean, you know how Yolanda loves to compete with you so no matter what I say is useless

the aggrieved husband act to me?' Amelia thought

away my stuff. The only thing I'm thankful for is that she took this jerk away from me and saved me from future suffering." For the first time in a long time, Amelia was finally able to speak her mind. It seemed as if

even know

why don't you take mom's portrait back to our place? That way she can be in a quiet and peaceful

river. It was definitely way quieter than the Mo mansion where chaos

with Lucian wasn't real. It was fake. Would it even

you to be with your mom. It's fine," Lucian added upon noticing

Lucian's wheat-colored skin. While he seemed careless on the surface, he always made her feel secure whenever she needed

frown was replaced with

Jasper's heart twist in

of gratitude and love. Now, she was looking at another man in the

her bedroom where she

her confusion, she

and it was almost bare save for a few pieces of furniture that were

your mom's portrait here. I can get you an altar where you can put it," Lucian suggested thoughtfully

really didn't mind keeping

you but you don't really need to do this. I can put it in my room. It's big enough anyway." Tightening the portrait in

bamboos and grass just right outside. It's beautiful here all year round. You'll thank me when winter and summer comes. Just put the picture here and I'll

how much quieter

thought to herself. While she knew

After walking out of the room, he said, "Iris seemed like a beautiful

proudly, "My father told me that my mother used to be the campus crush and so many people tried to

a slight smile crept over the corners of his mouth. "Well, looks like you made your

bright smile made people feel warm. Her innocence and purity made Lucian feel tingly on the inside.

he did to other women, he found that she wasn't like that at all. She was very comfortable with herself and had no problems expressing her emotions—a quality he