With her brother around, Amelia Wright toned down her malicious schemes. She was always , never daring to show her dark side to the few people who truly treated her well. That day, Edward Allen went out. Mr. and Mrs. Allen had settled in Riverwood City and wanted Edward Allen to come by to discuss Amelia Wright’s situation. The moment Edward Allen stepped out, Amelia Wright followed suit. Before leaving, she drank a bowl of prenatal medicine. Because she was going to visit Bess Bennett in the hospital. Despite knowing her PTSD reaction towards hospitals, she still wanted to go. She wanted to see Bess Bennett’s downfall and to kick her when she’s down. Amelia Wright didn’t bring anyone with her, heading to the hospital alone. She took some precautions, donning a sealed protective suit and wearing two masks to minimize the hospital’s smell before entering. The moment she stepped into the hospital, her heart still raced, and cold sweat covered her back. But not smelling the disinfectant, she kept her head down and walked forward quickly, the PTSD reaction wasn’t too severe. Amelia Wright inquired about Bess Bennett’s ward and headed there quickly. The rıghtful source is 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵 She pushed the door open to find a middle-aged nurse wiping Bess Bennett’s face. Seeing Amelia in a sterilized outfit, the nurse presumed she was a doctor. The nurse tidied the basin and left the room, closing the door behind her. Bess Bennett lay there with vacant eyes, not caring who entered. This time, Amelia Wright almost didn’t recognize Bess Bennett. The originally slightly chubby Bess Bennett, in just a few days, had become emaciated beyond recognition. Her sunken eyes gave the impression that she was glaring, with bloodshot eyes, and blood-matted hair that made her look disgusting. Amelia Wright suddenly laughed. Though her face was hidden behind a mask, her eyebrows arched with a visible smile under the mask. Amelia laughed and said, "Mrs. Bennett, long time no see." Bess Bennett’s dead eyes moved slightly, suddenly glaring viciously at Amelia Wright. Bess Bennett’s hoarse voice decreed, "Amelia Wright, it’s you, it’s you!" "Yes, it’s me. Seeing you badly injured with no one visiting, I kindly came to see you. Aren’t you grateful?" Bess Bennett was so enraged her throat produced a harsh rasping sound. Amelia murmured, "A car accident, I just got a small scratch, but you’re half-paralyzed, your life ruined. How pitiable!" Bess Bennett couldn’t move her body, but she grasped the bed rail with her hand, shaking it fervently, causing the needle in the back of her hand to bleed back. Bess Bennett cursed venomously, "Amelia Wright, you’ll die horribly, you’ll have your recompense!" Amelia’s smile deepened, the uncontrollable PTSD made her even more hostile: "Recompense, huh? Have you thought, maybe your downfall is the heavens’ recompense for you?" Bess Bennett glared at Amelia Wright hatefully, her teeth gnashing. Even in such a plight, she would never reflect on her actions, always blaming others for everything. Amelia taunted, "You claimed to do everything for Oliver Wright, thinking constantly about protecting Ava Wright. Yet, now you’re nearly dead, and neither of them are here to care for you. You’ve become a discard, is it worth it?" Bess Bennett was so enraged she spat blood. Amelia recalled the past life, when her mother was gravely ill, Bess Bennett came to the hospital to show off, making her mother so angry she spat blood. Now the roles had reversed, wasn’t this the recompense Bess Bennett spoke of? Only, the recompense wasn’t from the heavens, it was from Amelia Wright. "Even if you’re unwilling, what can you do? Seeing you so pitiful, let me tell you a secret: Oliver Wright has a woman outside and an eighteen-year-old son. Understand now why he abandoned you and Ava Wright so easily? Because his inheritance is intended for his son all along." Bess Bennett widened her eyes, "You... you’re lying, you’re deceiving me!" Amelia calmly said, "You don’t believe me, then consider it nonsense. How could you not find the slightest clue after all these years at Oliver Wright’s side? That’s self-deception." In an instant, Bess Bennett’s face turned ashen. Indeed, she knew there were other women outside for Oliver Wright; she had known long ago, deliberately pretending not to know. But, she didn’t know there was a son outside. Eighteen, only three years younger than Ava. She had been living a joke for decades. Now she was incapacitated, lying in a bed worse than death, a suicidal thought leapt to her mind, making her not want to live anymore. But just then, Amelia coldly said, "Doctor, come check, the patient is agitated, not in a good condition." Doctors and nurses quickly arrived, giving Bess Bennett another round of treatment. Amelia gave Bess Bennett a meaningful look, as if silently saying, think of death? Not that easy. Amelia turned to leave. Bess Bennett shivered suddenly, as if encountering a malevolent ghost. Amelia quickly ran out of the hospital. She sat wearily on the roadside, loosening the protective suit and removing the mask, taking deep breaths. She was always : if enduring one bit of pain could result in her enemies enduring ten times more, she’d gladly take on that pain. Even having a child hadn’t changed her mindset. She always disregarded herself. Amelia sat outside the hospital, adjusting her physical state. A car suddenly stopped on the distant road. The driver asked anxiously, "Sir, is there a problem?" Godfery Shaw stared at the pale and slender figure, crushing the phone screen in his hand, before deeply saying, "No problem, move on!" Oblivious, the driver restarted the vehicle. Godfery Shaw watched the figure disappear in the rearview mirror. Forcibly controlling himself not to look, not to think. He picked up the cracked-screened phone, sending an anonymous message to Emma Lewis. Receiving the message, Emma Lewis didn’t know who sent it. Just in case, she tried contacting Amelia Wright but couldn’t reach her. Emma promptly took leave from school and quickly caught a taxi out. Reaching the hospital entrance, Emma glanced about and immediately recognized Amelia Wright in the thoroughly wrapped protective suit. Amelia was indeed there, and her condition seemed poor, her face ghostly pale. But now wasn’t the time to ponder this. Emma swiftly ran toward Amelia. :"Amelia, what’s wrong with you?" Emma asked, noticing Amelia’s protective suit, suddenly pale with shock, "Amelia, you didn’t go into the hospital, did you!" Amelia whispered with a pale face, "Yeah, I’m a bit tired, want to rest." Emma felt like swearing. Why did she go to the hospital, didn’t she know her PTSD? But seeing Amelia’s pale face and sweaty head, Emma couldn’t bring herself to be angry. She sighed, "Come, let me take you back to rest."