Hailey’s thoughts were simple: the eldest master told him to protect the Young Madam, so he earnestly and wholeheartedly protected Amelia Wright. No matter how indifferent Amelia might be, no matter how many things had happened recently, and no matter how despondent Amelia became, he was like a cheerful optimist by her side. Yet, the simpler a person is, the easier it is to see through the essence of things. He suddenly understood the traces of blood on Amelia and felt fearful. What kind of person must one be to lack reverence for life? The eldest master had gone through so many terrifying experiences but could not achieve such apathy, hence Hailey felt fearful. He didn’t know what to do; his first instinct was to return and find his brother, telling him he wanted to leave, but actually wanting them both to leave together. But his brother simply didn’t understand him, only telling him to leave! The Young Madam isn’t like what everyone perceives! She’s far scarier than anyone imagines! Why don’t you understand! Hailey felt somewhat wronged, but even with the grievance, he couldn’t do anything to harm Amelia; his small act of retribution in frustration was to take things belonging to the eldest master. He would no longer help sneak the eldest master’s pillow away! Hailey ran away, leaving the old district without returning to the Imperial Garden. He was fearful and conflicted. When Amelia finished checking on Oliver Wright’s side and returned to the old district, she glanced at the neighboring room. Basil Smith was sitting at the entrance next door. Seeing Amelia return, he stood up and said, "Young Madam, Hailey has left for a while due to something. If you need anything, just let me know." Amelia’s footsteps halted as she softly asked, "Why aren’t you leaving?" Basil answered without elaboration, "Hailey will come back; don’t mind him, Young Madam. He’s simple and tends to overthink." Amelia turned to look at Basil, "He’s not overthinking; what he thought is the truth." Basil adjusted his glasses and calmly said, "Young Madam knows we’re all under the eldest master’s employ. Unless you completely sever ties with him one day, I won’t leave." Hearing Basil’s words, Amelia didn’t say much more and turned to enter the room. Basil was different from Hailey. Basil was rational and knew what he was doing. Hailey was emotional; after being by Amelia’s side for so long, he truly began considering Amelia a friend, thus he couldn’t accept it. Back in her room, Amelia immediately noticed that Godfrey Shaw’s pillow was missing. Apart from Emily Allen, only Hailey had a key to her room. The person who took it was self-evident. Amelia sighed, it seemed she’d have trouble sleeping again. That night, Amelia indeed started dreaming again, and the nightmare was more intense than before. In her dreams, she was struggling hysterically, crying out in despair, her anger filled with overwhelming pain. Her parents stood before her, their bodies covered in blood, asking her painfully, "Why haven’t you avenged us? Why not seek revenge?" Amelia shut her eyes tightly, drenched in sweat. No, it wasn’t like that; these things wouldn’t happen again, she had already achieved her vengeance. She shouted in her dreams, "I’ve avenged you. Those from the Wright family won’t have good endings." "Not just them, there’s more! More!" Amelia suddenly opened her eyes, gasping for air as if she were suffocating. She avenged the Wright family, yet it didn’t lead to her freedom. And her? Yes, she was also a sinner. She bore the sins as the chief culprit. But it doesn’t matter; she probably wouldn’t live much longer. Amelia closed her eyes again, dazed, like a small boat in a giant wave of hatred, swaying and ready to capsize at any moment. Tonight, Victor wasn’t in the adjacent room because of the matter regarding Oliver and Ava Wright defrauding money; Victor was with the parents, discussing it. Hailey wasn’t there either. Only Basil remained next door. Basil pondered for a long time before deciding to notify the eldest master. He couldn’t perceive any problem with the Young Madam now; he believed she had always been , which was why he initially thought she shouldn’t be with the eldest master. But Hailey was purely genuine, sometimes being more sensitive to certain things. If Hailey felt fear and sensed issues with the Young Madam, her emotions might be undergoing big fluctuations. Thus, Basil hesitated until night and decided to notify the eldest master. The call connected, and Basil felt grateful his number hadn’t been blocked and could still reach the eldest master’s mobile. The eldest master had driven him away but hadn’t been as resolute as before. Basil explained Hailey’s reactions to the eldest master and recent events, including Oliver being forced to jump off a building. After hanging up, Basil felt a sense of relief. Basil waited at the door, and shortly afterward, the eldest master arrived. Godfrey Shaw ignored Basil, opened Amelia’s room door, and entered; the key was secretly copied by Hailey back then. Basil moved from his door to Amelia’s doorway. The task of guarding had always fallen to Hailey before. Standing there for the first time, Basil suddenly understood his brother’s sense of duty. Godfrey Shaw pushed the door open; in the warm light of the night lamp in the room, Emily Allen was wiping sweat off Amelia. Upon seeing Godfrey, Emily stopped what she was doing, her face taut as she looked at Godfrey, as if silently saying, weren’t you not coming anymore? Godfrey whispered, "Her emotions aren’t right tonight; I want to stay here." After Godfrey finished speaking, he met a pair of opened eyes. Fınd the newest release on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 Just as he said, Amelia’s emotions weren’t right tonight, waking up every half hour. Godfrey used to come silently, staying through the night, and then leaving quietly; being familiar with Godfrey’s presence, Amelia wouldn’t wake up even once. This time wasn’t Godfrey waking her; it was Amelia naturally rousing from her nightmare. Looking at Godfrey before her, Amelia seemed a bit dazed, as if she hadn’t woken up. Like a previous life, when she turned exhausted and desperate, Godfrey stood behind her; no matter what happened, he was always behind her. She sat up, reaching out to Godfrey, her gaze showing a kind of dependence in agony. Godfrey stepped forward. Amelia reached out to hug Godfrey’s waist, burying herself in his embrace: "Godfrey Shaw, you came." Godfrey’s body stiffened. Why was she hugging him? Didn’t she always dislike him? It had always been him forcibly trying to get close; she was always indifferent and cold, even better to Julius Shaw than him. Emily saw this, slipping on slippers to leave the bed and quietly opened the door to go out. He sensed his aunt’s unusual condition today, but he couldn’t help her, only watching her suffer, thinking she’d be much better with this person. Emily went out and saw Basil at the door. Basil whispered, "You can rest in my room; you have kindergarten tomorrow, sleeping late will worry your aunt." Emily nodded and went to the next room. Basil originally thought he’d have to persuade a bit more; seeing Hailey often found communicating with the child difficult, he was somewhat surprised. Little did Basil know, this child was capable of blending in at kindergarten, using a reclusive character to prevent his aunt from worrying. Willfully going next door was simply to ease his aunt’s worries. After Emily left, only Godfrey and Amelia were left in the room. Being hugged , Godfrey’s hands didn’t know where to place them, somewhat nervously saying, "Amelia, what’s wrong?"