Ava Wright’s appearance directly diverted the situation. Attention shifted away from Amelia Wright, and the father and daughter began to argue. Ava assumed Oliver Wright was pretending and bluntly exposed him: "What are you pretending for? Isn’t playing the jumping-off-the-building act tedious? Where’s your mistress? Where’s your precious son? Why aren’t they here with you?" Amelia, standing nearby, suddenly remarked, "The woman he’s keeping outside and his illegitimate son ran off abroad after swindling Oliver Wright’s last bit of money." Ava didn’t even notice who spoke. Upon hearing this, her eyes lit up. Ever since knowing Oliver had an illegitimate son, Ava truly resented it. Oliver called her an outsider, beat her so harshly and abandoned her without hesitation; all these made Ava intensely hateful. Ava laughed loudly at Oliver: "Haha, Oliver Wright, you’ve treated me as a tool for so many years, yet the son you cherish outside also sees you as just a tool. It’s truly absurd!" Oliver’s face turned ashen with anger, his body even wobbled: "I really regret it. I should have drowned you in the water when you were born!" The firefighters hurried forward to pull Ava back, whispering, "Stop talking. You can’t agitate him further." Ava, being furious, couldn’t stay silent at Oliver’s insult. She also screamed at him: "Regret, huh? I regret too. If I could choose, I’d regret being your daughter. Heartless, ruthless, manipulative—what rights do you have to call yourself a father?" No one expected the situation to turn out . Chapters fırst released on 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍 Wasn’t the suicidal one demanding Amelia kneel down and apologize? Why stop requesting an apology and start fighting with his own daughter instead? Oliver Wright coughed furiously, speaking between coughs: "Ava Wright! I meticulously raised you for twenty years! Is this how you treat me?" "Haha! Raise? Your raising was just to sell me for a great price, using the money from selling your daughter to support your illegitimate son." "You... How can you be so vicious!" "Am I vicious? Haven’t you noticed? I learned it all from you. When you coldly and remorselessly schemed against others, why shouldn’t those around you scheme against you? Didn’t your precious son also scheme against you? Oliver Wright, your life is nothing but a joke!" Ava erupted with all the suppressed emotions. Onlookers were stunned into silence, with no one urging Oliver to come down. Amelia, however, noticed the firefighters gradually approaching on the rooftop, while Oliver was too engaged in the argument to notice. If the argument continued, he might just be rescued. Amelia squinted slightly, quietly chuckling, "Haha, a daughter raised for twenty years isn’t worth as much as an illegitimate son. How pitiful!" The mistress outside, the illegitimate son outside. This not only provoked Oliver Wright but also Ava Wright. Ava didn’t even catch who called her pitiful; her eyes filled with redness as she shouted at Oliver Wright: "Oliver Wright! Your son probably regrets being your son more than I do. You deserve to be abandoned by everyone. Why don’t you just die!" The world fell silent. Ava’s angry expression froze, eyes suddenly filled with terror. She wiped her face with her hand, finding glaring bloodstains on her palm. Oliver Wright jumped off the building, he really went and died. Due to Ava’s influence, in his agitation, Oliver missed the rescue air cushion. He jumped off, landing right in front of Ava, blood splattering onto her face. Ava’s terrified expression contorted; she was merely saying angry words, never intending for Oliver to die, really, she never thought of it! Rescue personnel rushed over, then shook their heads. Dead on the spot, beyond saving. The scene was too gruesome, and onlookers quickly backed away in fear, not daring to look. Only Amelia remained calmly watching the mangled body of Oliver Wright. Her thoughts drifted far, as if she saw a past life. Her gravely ill mother was infuriated to death by Bess Bennett in the hospital. The Allen Company was driven to bankruptcy by Oliver Wright; this was how they forced her father. At that time, she had already known about the Wright family’s deceit, wishing to save her father in her mess, but she couldn’t do it. She watched helplessly as her father jumped from a tall building right in front of her, just like today, bloodstains spreading so far, so far that they stained her eyes red. Now she succeeded in getting her revenge. What she always wanted was never those petty schemes; she’d wanted a life for a life! Amelia thought emotionlessly, realizing those she deemed impossible to defeat in her past life were, after all, just paper tigers, easily destroyed. Standing behind Amelia, Hailey Smith paled, took two steps back. He saw clearly, it was all guided by the Young Madam; Ava was brought there by someone arranged by the Young Madam, deliberately. He could even understand the emotionless expression of the Young Madam now—a silent applause for preventing Oliver Wright from going abroad that day. Applauding in front of a life lost—how cruel one must be to do that. Amelia seemed to sense the overly direct gaze and turned to look at Hailey Smith. Because of that glance, Hailey retreated another two steps, suddenly turned, and ran off quickly. Amelia’s expression remained indifferent, though her gaze deepened slightly. Ha, was Hailey even afraid of her now? Indeed, how terrifying she was. Hailey Smith fled back to the old town. Basil Smith, who was reading, saw Hailey return, flustered, and put down his book to ask, "Why are you back? Did something happen? Where’s the Young Madam?" Hailey’s face remained pale, speaking anxiously, "Brother, I don’t want to stay here anymore. I want to go back to the Imperial Garden." Hailey spoke tightly, "Oliver Wright jumped to his death." Basil’s expression changed, "Was it the Young Madam who did it?" Hailey shook his head, then nodded, "It wasn’t done by her, but every step was guided by her. Brother, you’re so smart. You’ve stayed in the old town for so long; you should see it clearer than I do." Basil breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as she didn’t do it, it’s fine." Hailey, straightforward and upright by nature, couldn’t accept this logic, raising his voice a notch, "Brother, how can it be fine? I agree with your earlier assertion now—the Young Madam really isn’t suitable for the elder young master. She has no regard for life." Basil didn’t explain further, only said, "Alright, go back to the Imperial Garden. The elder young master has started targeting the Shaw family recently, so he needs someone by his side for protection." "Brother! Did you hear what I said?" "I heard, so go back to the Imperial Garden." "Aren’t you leaving, brother?" Basil Smith sat back and continued reading. Hailey felt his brother couldn’t understand his feelings, sulkily leaving the house, and, harboring a grudge, went to Amelia’s place next door to take away all the elder young master’s pillowcases.