Emma didn’t know who informed her to come over, but she thought there was no malicious intent, so she didn’t delve into it. She quickly returned to the old town with Amelia, and Amelia said nothing. Emma sighed; she felt that Amelia always carried a sense of loneliness, as if there was a barrier between her and everyone, unable to get too close. Even she, or Teacher Robert, had only gotten slightly closer than others, but couldn’t get any closer. Amelia seemed ready to leave at any moment. Amelia took off the sterile suit, took a shower, and then said to Emma, "Thank you today, I’m fine now. You can go back to school." Emma was about to say it’s just between friends, no need for thanks. But Amelia continued, "Emma, if it’s not necessary in the future, you shouldn’t come to the old town." Emma held back the words she wanted to say and asked with furrowed brows, "What do you mean?" Amelia spoke weakly, yet coldly to the point of being almost unfeeling: "We... are not the same kind of people." Emma angrily retorted: "Amelia! Are you trying to draw a line between us?" This was meant to be a statement made in anger. But Amelia hesitated for a moment and nodded: "I said from the beginning, I don’t need friends. Now that I’ve tried it, I indeed don’t need them." Emma naturally had a hot temper and couldn’t accept such words. She believed that during this time Amelia considered her a friend, that she treated her sincerely, and that Amelia was her only friend besides her comrades in the army. Now, hearing Amelia say such words, it truly hurt Emma. Emma thought back, and it seemed like every time she was the one who forcefully tried to approach Amelia, while Amelia never really wanted to get close to anyone from the beginning. Emma angrily said, "Fine! If you don’t need me, I’m leaving. Whatever happens to you, Amelia, has nothing to do with me." Emma turned and left, slamming the door shut with a bang. The sound of the door slamming startled Hailey and Basil next door. The two of them thought something dangerous had occurred and quickly stepped outside, vigilant. Emma snorted coldly and left without looking back. Hailey looked at Basil and said, "Brother, what happened? It looks like Miss Lewis is upset." Basil pushed his glasses and said, "How would I know? Why don’t you go ask Young Madam." Hailey immediately shook his head: "I won’t go. Miss Lewis is already angry, and Young Madam might still be upset too. If I ask now, I might be the one who gets in trouble." Hailey, unconcerned, returned to his room, planning to take a nap. Behind his glasses, Basil watched the tightly closed door of Amelia’s room deeply, wondering what Young Madam really wants to do. Basil was inherently very shrewd, having stayed around Amelia recently, observing certain things and noticing Amelia’s attitude, he sensed something peculiar. Young Madam seemed to be plotting step by step, promoting the arrival of a certain outcome. Basil stood in place, looking at that closed door for a long time before returning to his room. At this moment, Amelia in her room drank a bowl of medicine to maintain the pregnancy, laid down on the bed, hugged the coat once left by Godfery Shaw, and curled herself up. She was ready to set the trap; dark clouds were gathering, and there might be danger. She hoped there would be no one around her, that no one she cared about would be hurt in this storm. Emma was leaving, the teacher would meet less frequently, she shouldn’t go to the Shaw family anymore, and even Emily needed to be with her brother for a while. It was an ultimately solitary revenge. No one should get close to her. With the passage of time, the pressure on Wright Corporation was increasing. Oliver Wright cared about nothing, and after several meals with the elders of the Smith family, they decided together to move up the wedding date. Marsh Smith and Ava Wright’s wedding was scheduled for the end of the month. Oliver smiled brightly as he bid farewell to the Smith family, but as soon as he turned around, his face became instantly grim. Cursing under his breath: "Old fox, if you want to plot against the Wright family, see if you’re qualified first!" They had a good discussion before, but now seeing the Wright family’s unfavorable situation, they wanted to delay the alliance and observe the changes. Only after he made it clear, intentionally or unintentionally, that Ava was the only daughter and the company would eventually belong to her, did the Smith family agree to an earlier wedding. Amelia received the news with some doubts. The current situation of Wright Corporation was not good, yet Oliver was determined not to follow the trend, nor did he come to ask for design drafts, but still found the thought to advance Marsh and Ava’s wedding. Amelia felt something was off but didn’t know what Oliver was scheming. No matter, just wait and see who can outlast whom. Anyway, Wright Corporation was losing money every day it delayed; let’s see how long they could hold on. The end of the month approached. During this time, it seemed everyone was peaceful. At least Hailey felt that way; previously Young Madam was constantly getting hurt and in trouble, but recently everything calmed down, bringing a sense of peace to the land. Hailey felt that if he continued to lazily lie there, his hard-earned eight-pack abs might turn into one. Even the eldest son hadn’t come. Young Madam hadn’t been going out much either. Aside from the annoying Edward Allen who wouldn’t leave, everything else was fine. The source of this content ɪs 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝙣𝙚𝙩 But Basil, who was also looking at the current calmness, had a premonition that something big might happen. Until the 26th at the end of the month, Ava returned from abroad. Wearing a chiffon white dress, her hair simply draped behind her, face lightly made up, she smiled as she got off the plane. No longer the previously golden elegant style, now both her expression and outfit deliberately imitated Amelia. Looking from afar, she indeed bore some resemblance. But Amelia had a kind of grace mixed with fragility, with each expression captivatingly beautiful. While Ava seemed more deliberate. Yet, despite this, she attracted quite a bit of attention at the airport. Not far away, Marsh, who came to meet her, was mindlessly playing with his phone. Suddenly, he heard: "Marsh." Marsh looked up, momentarily dazed, as if seeing Amelia, but Amelia hadn’t called him like that for a long time. He shook his head, only then realizing it was Ava in front of him. Ava swayed gracefully amidst the gazes of onlookers, approaching Marsh with a weak voice: "Marsh, what’s wrong? Now that my facial injury is healed, can’t you recognize me?" As she got closer, Marsh saw clearly Ava’s face now, lacking that momentary stunning impression. But he still praised: "How could I not recognize you? Ava is even more beautiful now." Using that deliberately weak expression to smile, but after all, her plastic surgery face was not the original, making the smile appear stiffen her cheeks, not only failing to show weakness but looking fake. Marsh turned his gaze, sending Ava back to the Wright family. When Oliver saw Ava’s face now, his eyes lit up, and his attitude towards Ava improved by three points. Ava secretly felt proud. Unaware, her dear father was only thinking that if her appearance had restored, then she had value.