"Amelia..."
David Lincoln's face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly got out of the car to find Amelia Sanchez.
As soon as David Lincoln got out of the car, Amelia was already in Albert Brown's arms. Albert held Amelia, looking at her face.
"What's wrong?"
Amelia's face was so pale, and her body was limp.
"Nauseous!"
Albert's face was cold, and he looked up at the approaching David Lincoln. David said, "Who knew her body was so weak? It's not like, if it wasn't for the miscarriage, that she'd be like this."
Albert's face was gloomy: "From now on, don't ever think about Amelia being in your car."
"On what grounds?"
"On the grounds that I don't want her to."
Albert Brown held onto Amelia, lowered his head and looked at her face. "Do you want to drink some water?"
"I'll rest for a while."
Amelia didn't expect David Lincoln to drive so fast.
If she had driven herself, she wouldn't have had this reaction.