Hearing Amelia Wright’s request. Marsh Smith was completely stunned. He murmured and asked, "Why?" Why not let him divorce Ava Wright? Ava had stolen the identity, bullied Amelia, and deceived him. Shouldn’t they immediately get divorced? Amelia Wright raised her eyebrows slightly and said directly, "Why? Because I think you two are a perfect match. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness!" Marsh Smith’s expression grew darker: "Amelia, do you hate me?" Amelia Wright nodded: "Yes, I do hate you." Marsh still wanted to defend himself: "All these years, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I... I just mistook someone else for my benefactor, trying to repay a debt of gratitude." The sarcasm in Amelia’s eyes became more pronounced: "You can repay your debt, but even if you mistook someone else, treating Ava Wright well is one thing. But using your debt of gratitude as an excuse to harm innocent people, don’t I have the right to hate you?" Marsh bowed his head. Amelia indeed hated him. Knowing that he already knew the truth, it was impossible for him to live peacefully with Ava, yet she didn’t want him to divorce. But even with that, it seemed he had no right to refuse... Treating the true lifesaver like an enemy, bullying her for so many years. Back then, Amelia Wright liked him! Yet he humiliated and trampled on her countless times. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝕟𝕖𝕥 Marsh Smith, lost and sorrowful, said, "Fine, I agree with you." Amelia Wright smiled faintly, her smile making Marsh gaze at her in a daze, as if bewitched by a fairy: "Can I still come to see you in the future?" "Sure, as long as Ava Wright doesn’t mind. You can go now, I’m tired and need to rest." The inherent aloofness suggested Marsh was someone to be summoned or dismissed at will. Her hatred was as intense as in a past life; she hoped Marsh Smith would live well in remorse, spending the latter half of his life entangled with Ava Wright. Amelia’s revenge never exceeded what she desired nor fell short of it. Marsh Smith understood the indifference in Amelia’s eyes, but he didn’t care. Amelia was not only someone he liked but also his benefactor! He was content merely being able to see Amelia in the future; as for being with Ava, he didn’t care. Hailey Smith watched from next door, wanting to speak but hesitating. Amelia Wright glanced at Hailey Smith. Hailey quickly lowered her head, dutifully coming over to tidy up the chairs and small stools. Amelia returned to her room, holding back nausea earlier, she vomited heavily in the bathroom. The morning sickness was quite severe, showing how truly tough Amelia Wright was, holding back even severe morning sickness. Except for Emily Allen, even the celebrities like Hailey and Basil Smith living next door didn’t know how severe it was. After tidying up and rinsing her mouth, a pale Amelia came out of the bathroom. She went to the kitchen to make herself some meat porridge and fried a piece of fish fillet. Enduring the discomfort in her stomach, she forced herself to swallow it. She had to eat more. She was already being so cruel to the child in her womb, uncertain even if the child could come into the world successfully, at least don’t let him starve... Amelia seemed to be compensating. She sought revenge on those who hurt her, compensated those she cared about, but never thought of herself. Amelia became increasingly drowsy, hugging the pajamas that Hailey brought from the Imperial Garden and curled up on the bed to sleep. Amelia could sleep soundly, while this grand wedding kept many others wide awake. Worse off than Ava Wright was Oliver Wright. Oliver had planned, after the grand wedding, to find a way to get Amelia to hand over the design drafts through Marsh. If Amelia married Marsh, returning to her previous obedient state would be even better. But this substitute marriage just failed like that. The Wright Corporation was now struggling with losses; things couldn’t continue this way. Oliver Wright had no choice but to publicly recruit designers, urging the company’s team to issue new products quickly. Unfortunately, the trend direction of Riverwood City had already been influenced. Amelia Wright initially didn’t oppose the trend-following, aiming to become the trendsetter. It proved she was successful; in a place as small as Riverwood City, as everyone followed the trend, Cloudglow’s jewelry design department naturally became the leading trendsetter. The new products Oliver rushed out with were quickly drowned out, making no splash at all. Oliver Wright was at his wit’s end, gritting his teeth and deciding to follow the trend! Once Oliver decided to follow the trend, orders flooded in. The Wright Corporation once had Amelia Wright’s original drafts. Those placing orders were people who couldn’t get orders from Cloudglow, opting for the Wrights as a second choice, assuming they wouldn’t be that inferior. But when the final drafts came out, this batch became dissatisfied. They weren’t at all like the originals! They not only chose to request a refund but also mocked the Wrights outright. Those capable of buying high-end custom jewelry were quite influential. They openly derided the Wrights’ new products on social media, attracting a lot of attention. Suddenly criticized everywhere, the Wrights’ orders dried up, making their situation increasingly dire. It seemed everyone could follow the trend, but having once obtained the genuine articles, the Wrights couldn’t. Oliver Wright had no choice but to decide to try once more to find Amelia in the old city. Amelia watched the news within the circle for the past few days, seeing everything develop as she predicted. Looking back, apart from the ruthlessness when she was first reborn, Amelia had seemed calm, acting as if nothing extraordinary had been done. But several Wright family members. One paralyzed, one facing troubles with the Smith family, and one worried sick about the company. And Marsh Smith, too, living in constant regret. It looked as if she did nothing, yet everything was done. But it wasn’t over yet... The day Oliver Wright came to find her, Amelia was resting with her eyes closed on a lounge chair at the door. Beside her lay a thick book of design drafts. Oliver’s eyes changed, seeing so many design drafts that if they used a few at a time, it would sustain them through this crisis for a long time. Oliver’s plan to negotiate with Amelia instantly vanished, fearing she now deeply hated the Wright family; negotiations seemed improbable. He glanced around, seeing no one, stealthily approached, and picked up Amelia’s book of design drafts, quickly leaving. Reclining on the lounge chair, Amelia slowly opened her eyes, watching Oliver’s escaping figure with a cold smile forming at the corners of her mouth. After leaving the old city with the design drafts, Oliver Wright quickly returned to the Wright home and finally breathed a sigh of relief, daring to open the book and take a look. Then, the more he looked, the more delighted he became. This book was more than half full, all unused designs. Oliver immediately took the book back to the company, confirming that none of these designs had been in Cloudglow’s recent releases, and started organizing to take orders. In reality, these designs were already settled with customers at Cloudglow and even manufactured, just waiting to be delivered. However, this time they said nothing. As to when these would be delivered, it depended on when the Wrights used the stolen designs.