CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO

Amelia arrived at the hotel and went straight to Robert’s room. She strolled with confidence as she already has every detail. On reaching the door, she knocked on its surface lightly and then waited for a reply. The door had barely opened, and at that moment she could see Robert’s face was full of confusion.

“I didn’t order anything” he said, attempting to dismiss her

But before he could shut the door, Amelia stopped him with a devilish smile. “Do I look like room service to you?” she retorted, her voice laced with amusement.

Robert’s brow furrowed in confusion. “If you are not room service, then who are you?” he asked, his curiosity reaching its peak.

With a mischievous smile in her eye, Amelia replied, “Someone who’s here to save you from losing your son.”

The echoes of Robert’s laughter in the hallway bounced on Amelia’s words. You have probably mistaken me for someone else. I don’t have a child,” he scoffed, ready to dismiss her once more.

But Amelia’s next words stopped him in