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did not immediately return, he walked back to peek into the next room.
He found her pouring a drink.
"Would you like one?"
Jonathan wanted to say no at first, but he went ahead and accepted. She poured him some of the amber liquid, and then handed him the glass.
They both consumed the alcohol before anyone spoke.
Amelia set her glass down. "So I assume there is no formal introduction needed on my part. Why is it that you made up a lie on why you came here? You could have just explained who you were truthfully."
Jonathan cocked his head to the side, trying to figure out what Amelia had just told him.
"So you already know who I am?"
She nodded. "I do. My father's lawyer informed me you had come to visit him."
Jonathan did not want to respond. He should have known that McGill would inform her of his visit. It only fueled his frustration.
"That's fine. It only makes us skip the pleasantries. We should really get down to the reason why I'm here."
Amelia looked Jonathan up and down. Crossing her arms, she stood there for a moment, stoic.
"Yes, Jonathan Montgomery Smith. Let's get down to the reason why you are here."
Jonathan paced around the room, trying to figure out a way to begin the discussion.
"We need to discuss my inheritance."
Amelia threw her head back and laughed. "You cannot be serious. What do you mean, ‘your inheritance’?"
The way she stood there, arms crossed, smirk on her face, was starting to make Jonathan even angrier.
"I mean, my father is William Smith. You and I are related."
Amelia shook her head. "Where would you come up with something like that? Who told you that?"
Jonathan's chest swelled. "Are you calling my mother a liar?"
"Not at all, Mr. Smith. I don't even know your mother."
He calmed down, and spoke slowly. Raging at this woman would not be the answer to his needs.
"I come from a wonderful family. My mother is a good woman."
Amelia nodded. "I'm sure she is."
Jonathan threw his hands in the air. "Please don't patronize me, Ms. Smith."
Amelia held her hands up in surrender.
He continued. "I did not live a life like you did. I was not privileged with the best of everything. My mother had to provide for me, and she did the best she could. I never knew my father. I was told that he passed away when I was very young. So you can imagine my surprise when I found out from my mother that the man I thought was my father was not. A man that I never even knew, but idolized because of what my parents and my grandparents told me. It was bad enough that he was always an idea, but to find out that he was never even real…"
"What are you talking about?"
Jonathan's temples began to throb. "Why don't you get it? My mother and your father were an item. Your father, being the pillar of the community that he was, got my mother pregnant, and instead of making an honest woman out of her, he left her. Left her to go away somewhere and have a baby all alone. Left her to come back to Boston, pretending to be a widow with a toddler. Because that would be a much better story than the truth. She fell in love with a wealthy man who did not truly care about her. She fell in love with a man who did not protect her or take care of her or her child."
Amelia shook her head, and a look of incredulousness came over her face. "There is no way. Your mother and my father? No way."
"Why is that not possible? Do you consider me and my mother so beneath you that you can't believe that your father would fall in love with someone so, so…" Jonathan struggled to find the word. "…So common? "
"This is preposterous. Why would she wait until now to disclose this information to you? Why would she wait until my father died to let this kind of secret out? What purpose does this serve?"
"Amelia? Amelia? Where are you?"
The sound of heels clicking on the floor came close and closer.
Mary, Amelia's assistant came walking in. She was smiling from ear to ear. A young, blonde woman, very petite but full of energy. The
He found her pouring a drink.
"Would you like one?"
Jonathan wanted to say no at first, but he went ahead and accepted. She poured him some of the amber liquid, and then handed him the glass.
They both consumed the alcohol before anyone spoke.
Amelia set her glass down. "So I assume there is no formal introduction needed on my part. Why is it that you made up a lie on why you came here? You could have just explained who you were truthfully."
Jonathan cocked his head to the side, trying to figure out what Amelia had just told him.
"So you already know who I am?"
She nodded. "I do. My father's lawyer informed me you had come to visit him."
Jonathan did not want to respond. He should have known that McGill would inform her of his visit. It only fueled his frustration.
"That's fine. It only makes us skip the pleasantries. We should really get down to the reason why I'm here."
Amelia looked Jonathan up and down. Crossing her arms, she stood there for a moment, stoic.
"Yes, Jonathan Montgomery Smith. Let's get down to the reason why you are here."
Jonathan paced around the room, trying to figure out a way to begin the discussion.
"We need to discuss my inheritance."
Amelia threw her head back and laughed. "You cannot be serious. What do you mean, ‘your inheritance’?"
The way she stood there, arms crossed, smirk on her face, was starting to make Jonathan even angrier.
"I mean, my father is William Smith. You and I are related."
Amelia shook her head. "Where would you come up with something like that? Who told you that?"
Jonathan's chest swelled. "Are you calling my mother a liar?"
"Not at all, Mr. Smith. I don't even know your mother."
He calmed down, and spoke slowly. Raging at this woman would not be the answer to his needs.
"I come from a wonderful family. My mother is a good woman."
Amelia nodded. "I'm sure she is."
Jonathan threw his hands in the air. "Please don't patronize me, Ms. Smith."
Amelia held her hands up in surrender.
He continued. "I did not live a life like you did. I was not privileged with the best of everything. My mother had to provide for me, and she did the best she could. I never knew my father. I was told that he passed away when I was very young. So you can imagine my surprise when I found out from my mother that the man I thought was my father was not. A man that I never even knew, but idolized because of what my parents and my grandparents told me. It was bad enough that he was always an idea, but to find out that he was never even real…"
"What are you talking about?"
Jonathan's temples began to throb. "Why don't you get it? My mother and your father were an item. Your father, being the pillar of the community that he was, got my mother pregnant, and instead of making an honest woman out of her, he left her. Left her to go away somewhere and have a baby all alone. Left her to come back to Boston, pretending to be a widow with a toddler. Because that would be a much better story than the truth. She fell in love with a wealthy man who did not truly care about her. She fell in love with a man who did not protect her or take care of her or her child."
Amelia shook her head, and a look of incredulousness came over her face. "There is no way. Your mother and my father? No way."
"Why is that not possible? Do you consider me and my mother so beneath you that you can't believe that your father would fall in love with someone so, so…" Jonathan struggled to find the word. "…So common? "
"This is preposterous. Why would she wait until now to disclose this information to you? Why would she wait until my father died to let this kind of secret out? What purpose does this serve?"
"Amelia? Amelia? Where are you?"
The sound of heels clicking on the floor came close and closer.
Mary, Amelia's assistant came walking in. She was smiling from ear to ear. A young, blonde woman, very petite but full of energy. The
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