Chapter 469

Chapter 469Chapter 469
At the police station, Jamie was trembling when Amelia saw her. Amelia still couldn't wrap her head
around why the latter would pull the prank.
“Amelia, please forgive me. It was a silly mistake. I promise I won't do it ever again. Please withdraw
the lawsuit because I don't want to go to jail.” Jamie made to lunge toward Amelia, but two police
officers held her down.
In truth, there wasn't much the police could charge Jamie with based on the prank she pulled.
However, the victim was Amelia. Oscar wasn't going to let Jamie off the hook that easily. With Clinton
Corporations' team of lawyers, they could even sue her and make sure she would be sentenced to
three to five years in jail. Jamie was still a young woman. Her life would be ruined if she had a criminal
record.
Amelia looked at Jamie calmly before shifting her gaze toward the two police officers. “Officers, could
you guys give us a few minutes of privacy?”
Since the police officers had been personally briefed by their chief about Amelia's identity, they were
very polite toward her. “We'll be right outside, Ms. Winters. Just shout for us if you need us.”
“Thank you!” Amelia nodded.
Once Amelia and Jamie were left alone in the room, Jamie became even more anxious. “Amelia, I
didn't do it on purpose. I don't know what had gotten into me when I did that.” In contrast to her, Amelia was calm and collected. “Jamie, why did you do that? Do you hate me so
much? Also, how did you come across my son's photo?”
“Amelia, I was just angry when I found out you told Rory about the gossip I shared with you. When you
first came to work, I thought you were different from the others. I thought you wouldn't mind my
constant chatter. However, I was very disappointed when I realized you betrayed my trust. You're just
like the others, including Rory. In my fit of rage, I thought about getting revenge. Out of a sudden, I
received a package with your son's photo in it. Next to it was a note saying that the boy was your son. I
was so angry that I delivered the package to you straight away. The note was written by the person
who sent me the package in the first place. I just wanted to scare you. That's all I wanted, I swear!”
In response, Amelia kept staring at her silently.
Jamie was so frightened by Amelia's cold stare that her lips started trembling. She then stood abruptly
and wanted to approach Amelia. To her surprise, Amelia roared, “Don't you come near me!”
Utterly terrified, Jamie froze instantly.
“Jamie, I'll ask you once again. Who gave you the photo? Be honest with me, and perhaps I can get
Oscar to bail you out.”
Jamie stared at Amelia with a lost look on her face. “Amelia, I really don't know who that person was. I
don't know how she knew I wanted to get back at you. That day after I returned home, I received a
phone call from a delivery man saying that there was a package coming my way. I swear that's all I
know! Please forgive me, Amelia! I won't do such a thing in the future anymore. Please ask your
husband not to sue me. If you can let me go, I'll resign right away. You won't see me ever again. I beg
of you, Amelia! I'm still young, and I'm not even married yet! Besides, I'm the only child in my family,”she pleaded.
Amelia's gaze was ice cold. She wasn't fazed by Jamie's remorseful act. If an apology could fix
everything, then the justice system would be irrelevant.
“Jamie, you must pay for your mistakes. You shouldn't have messed with my son. If it wasn't for that
photo, I wouldn't have minded one bit. However, that's not the case.” Amelia's gaze was so merciless
that Jamie felt a shiver run down her spine.
“Spend a few days in the lockup, and perhaps you'll finally come to your senses. You've already been
in the corporate scene for a few years now. How could you not know what it's like with workplace
politics? No one's going to play by the rules. Your weakness is that you're a busybody. I hope you'll
learn your lesson and stop meddling with others' personal matters.” With that, Amelia turned and
headed for the door.
At that moment, Jamie panicked as she lunged toward Amelia. While wrapping her arms around
Amelia forcefully, she cried, “Please don't do this to me, Amelia! I don't want to be sent to jail. Since it
was just a prank, I'm sure they wouldn't punish me severely as long as you get Mr. Clinton to stay out
of it. Please, Amelia! I don't want to carry a criminal record for the rest of my life!”
“I want you to be kept away for a while so that you can learn not to behave so childishly.” Amelia was
cold and merciless.
All Jamie could do at that point was stare at Amelia in disbelief. She didn't expect Amelia to be so
ruthless. “Jamie, I'm no saint. Did you think I'd let it slide when you've threatened my son? How dare you?
Everyone has to pay for their mistakes, and that includes you. Don't worry; I'll convince Oscar to not
push for a sentence of three to five years. However, I want you to be kept away for at least half a year.
You should reflect upon your actions. By the time you've thought it through, I'll get Oscar to find you a
job.” After that, Amelia shoved her off and left without sparing her a second glance.
Jamie fell to the floor in despair. How did things turn out this way? All I wanted was to pull a prank on
her. How did everything turn out so terribly wrong? I'm still so young, and I'm not married yet.
Imprisonment is going to ruin my life for good. What should I do now? I don't want my life to end up this
way.
She was utterly disheartened as she took a glance at the room she was in. Try as she may, no words
could escape her mouth.
After getting out of the police station, Amelia pondered for a while before giving Oscar a call. He picked
up the phone almost instantly.
“Did you miss me, Honey?” Oscar asked gleefully.
Almost immediately, Amelia's mood was lifted upon hearing Oscar's voice.
“Yes, I do miss you. I'd like to have fish for dinner tonight. Will you cook for me?” Amelia asked
coquettishly.
“Fish?” Oscar paused for a while before continuing, “I can try! However, you must finish it even if it
doesn't taste nice, okay?” Amelia smiled and answered, “Sure! As long as you're cooking for me, I'll even finish it if it's poison.”
Oscar couldn't help but burst into laughter. “Silly! Since I love you so dearly, why would I poison you?”
“All right, then. I've got to go. See you tonight.” After hanging up the phone, Amelia hailed a cab and
gave the driver her office's address.
On the other hand, Oscar's face clouded over after the phone call ended, his earlier gentleness
nowhere to be seen.
He rang Will and said, “Hello, Chief Gardner. It's me, Oscar Clinton. I heard you guys have captured
the person who sent my wife the package. Is she a colleague of my wife's? My wife is a kind person. I
don't want others to take advantage of her kindness ever again, do you understand what I'm trying tosay?”
Since Will wasn't a fool, he understood Oscar right away. “You want her to be sentenced to jail, Mr.
Clinton?”
“Why not? Aren't people supposed to be sent to jail when mistakes are made? If all she needed to do
was apologize, then what is the police force for?” Oscar retorted with a righteous tone.
“Yes, you're right, Mr. Clinton. I'll see to it. What do you think about a sentence of one to two years?”
Will asked conservatively.
“My wife's well-being was severely affected by the immense stress and pressure. We're considering
hiring a psychologist because she's so traumatized by what happened. Do you think one to two years
of imprisonment is enough for the psychological trauma she went through?” Oscar was putting
pressure on Will.
“Then how many years of imprisonment do you have in mind, Mr. Clinton?” Will asked tentatively.
“Three to four years. You can manage that, right, Chief Gardner?” Oscar narrowed his eyes as a
dangerous tone crept into his voice.
“Of course, I'll try my best, Mr. Clinton. Don't worry. I'll get someone to find out everything unlawful she
has ever done. I'll make sure she's kept away for a long time. Perhaps by the time she's released,
she'd realize that a commoner like her can't afford to pull such a prank.”
“All right. In that case, I'd like to thank you in advance. Are you free for lunch tomorrow, Chief Gardner?
I'd like to treat you and your officers to a meal.” “Oh, Mr. Clinton. I'll clear my schedule for you!” Will smiled happily.
“That'd be all. I'll get my secretary to inform you of the time and location for lunch.” With that, Oscar let
out a vengeful sigh.
Suddenly, someone was knocking on his door. Oscar put his phone down and flipped open the
documents on his desk before saying with a deep voice, “Come in.”
Isabella walked in with a thermos in her hand. She cast the hard-at-work Oscar an admiring glance and
said, “Oscar, it's lunchtime now. I woke up at six this morning to make some chicken soup for you.
Drink it while it's hot before going back to work.”
Oscar lifted his head and glared at her. “Who let you in?”
Isabella walked toward him and said, “Oscar—”
Immediately, Oscar cut her off and ordered, “Get out.”