Amelia Wright hasn’t slept well for a long time. When she was with the Wright family, she even relied on calming incense to barely sleep for a while. She thought maybe she wanted to go home. She always missed those comforting and familiar scents. It used to be Godfery Shaw, and later it somehow unknowingly turned into this little house in the old town. Amelia Wright closed her eyes to rest, and Emily Allen lay beside Amelia Wright. The familiar scents in the home indeed made Amelia Wright much calmer, easing some of the anxiety and aggression. Amelia Wright fell asleep. Emily Allen, however, did not sleep, she looked at the door several times, as if waiting for someone. Hailey Smith and Edward Allen stayed up late, standing like guardian spirits at their door. Hailey Smith glanced at Edward Allen. Edward Allen also looked over at him. Hailey Smith suddenly realized that the look over there was more cautious than his. What’s there to be so cautious about! I’m here guarding to help the young master, and you, an outsider, are watching me so cautiously, are you out of your mind? Hailey Smith was silently ranting inside, but outwardly he remained indifferent, saying, "Young Master Allen, it’s late, you should rest." Edward Allen not only didn’t sleep but instead brought out a small stool, sitting down at the door: "It’s still early, I’m going to watch the moon for a while." Finally having found his sister, their parents said it was essential to protect her well. As for the Shaw family’s eldest and second young masters, they must keep their distance. Hailey Smith really wanted to swear, "A big man like you, staring at the ghostly moon in the middle of the night!" Hailey Smith wasn’t reassured either, so he brought out a small stool and sat at the door. One left and one right, they really looked like two guardian spirits. Outside the door, the two were exhausted but held out, determined not to sleep if the other didn’t; it was like a contest of endurance. Amelia Wright, having fallen asleep, quickly entered a nightmare, her brows furrowed and sweat starting to bead on her forehead. Even with closed eyes, one could sense her pain and helplessness. Emily Allen didn’t know what to do; why hadn’t that person come yet? Emily Allen thought it over and used her phone watch to dial that number. The childish voice solemnly said, "Why aren’t you coming tonight?" Godfery Shaw was silent for a moment and then asked, "Is she okay?" "Not really. She came home today with some injuries, took some medicine, but is now sleeping restlessly, on the verge of waking up." Godfery Shaw remained silent for much longer. So long that Emily Allen thought the call had been disconnected, and she glanced at the watch screen to confirm that it was still showing in-call. In this tranquil silence, Godfery Shaw said with difficulty, "I won’t be coming anymore." Emily Allen immediately frowned and asked, "Why?" Godfery Shaw didn’t answer, only saying, "Don’t call me anymore." Emily Allen wanted to say more, but Amelia Wright let out a painful low moan in her sleep. Emily Allen hurriedly forgot about Godfery Shaw, hung up the phone, and lay closer to Amelia Wright, whispering, "Aunt, it’s okay, don’t be afraid, it’s okay." On the other end of the line, Godfery Shaw, holding the phone, sat motionless like a statue for a long time. He indeed couldn’t come anymore; until he solved his own issues, he couldn’t get close to Amelia. There were some things he couldn’t reveal or explain. He shouldn’t presumptuously keep approaching; the Shaw family, Evelyn Dawson, the uncontrollable personality, all these would become reasons to hurt Amelia. He could only restrain his thoughts, keeping them suppressed. Emily Allen didn’t know the complexities, feeling somewhat irritated. If he could help his aunt, he would never seek outsiders. Didn’t he like his aunt very much? What really happened, that he would never come again? Emily Allen’s soothing voice was of no use; ultimately, Amelia Wright woke from her painful nightmare. Upon awakening, Amelia Wright stared blankly at the slightly yellow ceiling. Why couldn’t I sleep peacefully even after coming home? Everything was fine before. Emily Allen opened her eyes wide, looking at Amelia Wright with concern. After a while, Amelia Wright came out of that despairing stupor, gently touched Emily Allen’s head and said, "Did I wake you? Don’t worry, it’s just a nightmare." Indeed, it was just a nightmare. But this nightmare seemed to grow in the night, day after day, tormenting Amelia Wright. Back in the old town, Amelia Wright still couldn’t sleep peacefully. She thought perhaps it was because she had been planning too many things lately, so she couldn’t sleep well. It’s okay, once she completed her revenge, she should be able to sleep peacefully. At this time at the Allen family in Capital City. The Allen couple had already taken a midnight flight to Riverwood City. They quickly purchased a house in Riverwood City. They originally wanted to go to the old town like their son. But their son said that the old town was a place where outsiders stood out too much and would surely be noticed. They couldn’t appear by Amelia Wright’s side, hence could only live a little further away. In a community not far from the old town, they bought a modest, unobtrusive three-bedroom apartment. As for the Wright family, we will slowly settle accounts! If the Wright family genuinely adopted their daughter, they would be willing to express their gratitude no matter how much it costs. But the Wright family stole, knowing she was their daughter, yet secretly hid her away, bullied her, letting Ava Wright impersonate and reap benefits. Did they think the Allen family was easy to bully? On the other side, Godfery Shaw was also slowly reaching toward the Shaw family in Capital City. Latest content publıshed on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚑𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚑𝙣𝙚𝙩 To use his mother as leverage to make him a tool, but often a tool that is too sharp not only hurts others but easily harms itself. Riverwood City seemed still the same as before, yet appeared to have undercurrents surging. Amelia Wright remained calm, planning her schemes step by step. The next day, Cloudglow started releasing new products. Then followed the usual trend of a pile of imitations. Cloudglow was now not worried about orders at all, rather it was hard to fulfill a single order. Seeing profit couldn’t be made even with money, someone suggested increasing production. Amelia Wright only said four words, "Quality over quantity." Cloudglow Design Department fell silent. What Supervisor Wright said must be correct! Now, to customize a set of jewelry at Cloudglow, one needs to make a reservation in advance. In those famous women’s circles, owning a set of custom jewelry from Cloudglow seemed to be a matter of prestige. Oliver Wright didn’t get his hands on the design this time, nor would he follow trends. It’s like once you’ve used the original, using a fake now feels wrong. Oliver Wright could only arrange a few meals with the Smith family to discuss if the wedding could be moved up. Amelia Wright hated Bess Bennett. If successfully marrying Amelia to Marsh Smith, perhaps Amelia’s attitude would soften. Then Ava Wright can maintain her grip on Marsh Smith, and there would be no problem. Calculating all these messy things, Oliver Wright had no time to go to the hospital. Amelia Wright has been quite free recently. The only thing somewhat inconvenient. After Emily Allen was sent back, her brother surprisingly didn’t leave. Facing her brother, Amelia Wright couldn’t harden her heart to say anything. Can only tactfully say, "Mr. Allen, aren’t you busy? Don’t you need to return to Capital City?" Edward Allen shook his head formally, "I’m not busy, I had a leg injury during a previous mission, and I’m on extended leave; the vacation lasts about a month." "Then are you planning to stay in the old town all the time?" "Yes, I plan to spend this time cultivating some father-son bond with Emily." Emily Allen gave Edward Allen a cold look, as if saying he didn’t need it. Edward Allen pretended not to see. No problem if this kid doesn’t like him; anyway, this kid likes his sister, so how can he run away in the future? The father-son bond is secondary; the primary goal is to cultivate a sibling relationship. If not afraid of scaring his sister, his parents would have already come running.