Amelia Wright couldn’t see Ava Wright’s situation, but she could guess. What she hadn’t anticipated was that the Allen family’s involvement made Ava’s situation worse than expected. Ava returned to the Smith family, only to be met with disdain from the Allen family elders. The Smith couple initially agreed to their son’s marriage to Ava partly because of the Wright Corporation, but mainly because their son liked Ava. For several years, their son was always around Ava. For so many years, since their son liked her, they agreed. But after the grand wedding, their son started drinking outside and never came home, not even answering phone calls. They sensed something was wrong. Was it that their son regretted marrying, or did Ava show him a bad face on the wedding night that made him upset? Whatever the reason, it made the Smith family elders dissatisfied with Ava. So as soon as Ava returned, she faced her mother-in-law’s difficulties. Ava thought that conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were normal. She needed time now and had to hold on to Marsh Smith, so it wasn’t wise to have a falling out with the Smith parents. Therefore, she endured, allowing the wicked mother-in-law to cause trouble. She decided she would wait until she had curried favor with Marsh to address everything else. But once Marsh went out, he did not return for several days. Nothing was more discouraging than marrying the wrong person. Like when Jia Baoyu got married, hoping he had married his fairy, only to lift the veil and see someone else. How could he not feel despair? Marsh Smith thought Amelia might never see him again, that there was no possibility for them in this life. He once desired Amelia for her looks, desperate enough to forcefully claim her, but now, those desecrating thoughts vanished. He didn’t know what was wrong with him, what he liked about her. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝘯𝘦𝘵 That day, Marsh did not drink. He quietly arrived in the old district, silently staring at the closed door, with no one knowing what was on his mind. Hailey Smith and Basil Smith didn’t shoo him away because Amelia had instructed that the next time Marsh came by, there was no need to drive him away. The door that Amelia hadn’t opened suddenly opened. Amelia was wearing a cotton white dress, as though she had just woken up, exuding a drowsy laziness as she walked out of the room. Marsh’s eyes lit up instantly, wanting to step forward, but he paused after two steps, feeling unworthy to approach. Yet Amelia beckoned Marsh, "Do you have something to say to me? Then come over and say it." Hailey cleverly brought over a chair and a small stool. The chair was for the Young Madam, and the small stool, of course, was for Marsh. It wasn’t because they both shared the Smith surname that Hailey was polite. It was because Hailey didn’t want Marsh inside the Young Madam’s house, so he brought the stool outside the door, letting him avoid entering the room. Amelia sat on the chair, and Marsh quickly sat on the little stool. In that moment, Marsh surprisingly felt satisfied. Many people had sat on that little stool outside the door of old district No. 32. Elijah Jefferson, Emma Lewis, Edward Allen, Hailey Smith... Now he too sat on the little stool. Amelia leaned on her chair, appearing very tired, her voice laced with a lazy charm, "Marsh, what do you want to say to me?" Marsh was almost blinded by such an Amelia. Hearing the question, he quickly responded, "I... I..." He stammered for several moments, not knowing what he wanted to say. What should he say? That he wanted to marry her but married the wrong person? That he truly liked her and genuinely wished to treat her well? Anything said now felt like mere nonsense. Marsh lowered his head in defeat, immersed in his emotions. He only saw Amelia’s lazy charm but couldn’t see the iciness in her seemingly languid eyes. Amelia had a purpose for meeting Marsh this time; certain truths hidden for too long needed unveiling. Yet this change in Marsh’s demeanor was something not present in their past life. But what of it? She did not need it. When it came to revenge, she wouldn’t hold back in the least. Amelia spoke softly, "Marsh, at this point, there’s actually nothing left for us to say, but there’s something I feel I must tell you; otherwise, I won’t feel at peace." Marsh quickly asked, "What is it?" Amelia looked directly at Marsh, "The one who saved you back then, it was actually me." Marsh sharply raised his head to look at Amelia. If it were in the past, upon hearing this, Marsh would have been sure Amelia was lying, but now, he believed it halfway right away. Human hearts are easily swayed. When you dislike someone, everything they say or do is wrong. When you like someone, even if they truly err, you feel it can be forgiven. Amelia said calmly, "I know you may not believe it. You’ve always thought it was Ava who saved you. The truth is, she deceived you, but you liked Ava back then, and I didn’t want to ruin your feelings, so I didn’t reveal the truth. Now that you two are married, it won’t affect anything, so I decided to tell you." Bitterness surged in Marsh’s heart. He wanted to say he never actually liked Ava. Those years of being good to Ava were all out of gratitude. If it weren’t for that life-saving grace, he wouldn’t have complied with Ava’s every whim. Amelia, seemingly oblivious to Marsh’s thoughts, continued, "Regardless if you believe it or not, what I say is true. I know how the scar on your right leg came to be. That scar wasn’t from an underwater reef; it was from when I accidentally cut you while cutting water plants to save you. Only you and I should know about this." Marsh shot up from the little stool, his eyes overwhelmed as he looked at Amelia. Where there had been only half-belief, now it was complete. Ava didn’t know about the scar on his leg. He believed she had simply forgotten in the chaos of saving people underwater. But he hadn’t anticipated that Ava had been deceiving him all along! Deceiving him for so many years! He had been deceived so terribly. Recalling the things he did to Amelia for Ava in those previous years filled him with regret. The apologies owed to Amelia, the anger from being deceived, made Marsh’s eyes bloodshot. Amelia, however, watched calmly, speaking words from before her death in the previous life. In her past life, she had used death for revenge, causing Marsh to regret in the end, unable to make amends. This time, she would live well, giving Marsh the opportunity to make amends. See, she was truly a good person! The serene, ethereal voice broke Marsh’s silence: "Marsh, I tell you all this merely out of a feeling of injustice, believing you ought to know the truth. Now I have just one small request." Marsh looked at Amelia, ardently saying, "Speak, whatever your request is, I will fulfill it. I’ll agree to anything you ask!" At this moment, Marsh might even be willing to give Amelia half of the Smith family’s assets. But Amelia spoke softly, "I hope you and Ava do not divorce."