Bess Bennett seemed truly insane. Originally inclined towards a radical temperament, a car accident left Bess paralyzed in bed, suffering physically while enduring a fatal blow to her spirit. Oliver Wright hadn’t visited her, and Ava Wright outright abandoned her. Because of a conflict with her sister-in-law, all ties were severed with her family. Just like that, abandoned by everyone. Lying in bed, unable to care for herself. Many times in the dead of night, she thought of suicide, but each time she didn’t dare. Even living in such pain, she dared not to die. Like an ant, she lived, barely clinging to life. Just as Amelia Wright had once envisioned, living was more painful for Bess Bennett than dying. In the daily torment of body and mind, slowly becoming insane. But Bess wasn’t the only one going mad. A moment before, Ava Wright watched Oliver Wright fall to his death before her eyes, and came to the hospital seeking comfort in fear and unease. But instead of comfort, she found hysterical ridicule and another merciless blow of truth. She broke free from the nurse holding her, venomously said to Bess Bennett, "Do you want everyone to suffer together? Fine, I won’t come again. Remember, Oliver Wright is dead, won’t be paying the hospital anymore. When the nurse’s term is up, when your hospital fees are used up, no one will care for you, you’ll be sent to a nursing home, filthy, with no one to clean you, hungry, with no one to feed you, you’ll live in the most humiliating way!" It was the most venomous curse. Yet it came from her biological daughter. Bess Bennett didn’t know what sins she’d committed in her past life to end up . After cursing, Ava Wright ran out of the hospital quickly. Though it was midnight, she couldn’t resist contacting the Allen family. The calls still wouldn’t go through, and Ava Wright had to suspect that Bess’s words were true, that the Allen family might have realized she was deceiving them. Her previous arrogance relied on the support from the Allen family. If the Allen family learned the truth and no longer supported her, she would have nothing to rely on. She had nothing now. What should she do? Ava Wright was truly panicked in her heart, and in this moment, all she thought of was Marsh Smith. Official source ıs 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝔫𝔢𝔱 Marsh Smith felt deceived by the matter of the surrogate marriage and had treated her poorly. Although she had been enduring it lately, she hadn’t sincerely tried to win Marsh’s favor, always waiting for the Allen family’s money to arrive. But now, without parents, without hope from the Allen family, Marsh was the last straw she could grasp. Thinking of this, Ava Wright quickly returned to the Smith family. By now it was too late; the villa gates were closed, and Ava Wright had no key. After knocking, a maid inside whispered, "Miss Wright, stop knocking. The madam said not to let you in." Ava Wright thought of how she had angrily called Marsh’s mother an old hag before running out of the Smith family, originally planning to cut ties completely, but now that wasn’t an option. Ava Wright suddenly gagged a few times, thinking it might be the multiple blows combined with exhaustion. But the next moment, her eyes brightened as she said to the maid, "Tell my mother-in-law I’m pregnant." After speaking, Ava Wright waited assuredly outside. Soon, the maid hurriedly ran over and opened the door. Ava Wright walked in, head held high. It was eleven at night, but the living room lights were still on. The father-in-law, mother-in-law, and Marsh Smith were all there. Ava Wright felt that having a child allowed her to hold her head high. But the next moment, her mother-in-law’s words washed over her coldly. "Marsh, once the child is born, divorce her. Now that the Wright family is gone, Ava Wright doesn’t benefit your future at all, and you probably don’t woman anymore." Ava Wright’s eyes widened, clutching her belly, stepping back two paces. After realizing, Ava felt she shouldn’t hold her belly; they wanted the child, not her. Instantly, with tears in her eyes, she looked at Marsh Smith, upset and sad, saying, "Marsh, I have no parents anymore. I can’t lose you too. I know I’ve done many wrong things before, and I’ll sincerely correct them in the future. I truly love you, I can’t divorce you!" Mrs. Smith scornfully said, "Now you know how to act pitiful? You’ve forgotten how you cursed me when you went out before?" Ava Wright kneeled abruptly: "Mother-in-law, I was wrong, it’s my fault. Please forgive me once, I’ll listen to you forever..." Mrs. Smith dismissively said, "No, don’t act pitiful in front of me, and stay away, it’s bad luck." Marsh Smith watched the noisy scene, took a deep breath, finally speaking, "I won’t divorce." Mrs. Smith’s face immediately changed: "Marsh, why won’t you divorce, is it because of the child in her belly? You’re still young; even if you don’t want this child, it’s fine." Marsh Smith shook his head, "Whatever happens, don’t mention divorce again." He had promised Amelia Wright, he couldn’t divorce. Ava Wright cried, "Don’t take away my child, I truly know I’m wrong." Ava Wright cried on the surface, but inside she felt smug; Marsh wouldn’t divorce her, possibly not just because of the child, but more due to the life-saving grace, with this relationship, she still had a chance with Marsh. She didn’t know this was Amelia Wright’s form of revenge. Mr. Smith watched the irritating scene, immediately saying, "Alright, whether to divorce or not, decide later. It’s up to them." After speaking, Mr. Smith turned upstairs to rest, Mrs. Smith gave Ava Wright a dissatisfied look, then followed. Ava Wright breathed a sigh of relief, stood up; now the Smith family was her last lifeline, she wouldn’t let go. Marsh Smith also went upstairs, Ava Wright hurriedly followed. Ava Wright hadn’t spoken when Marsh Smith opened his mouth first: "You’ll stay in the guest room." Ava Wright paused, eyes reddening, but didn’t refute: "Okay, Marsh, where you let me live, I’ll live, just don’t leave me, I only have you now." Marsh Smith looked back at Ava Wright, but didn’t soften. Before, all his tolerance of Ava Wright was based on that life-saving grace, but now that was fake, his tolerance gradually turned to disgust. He understood Amelia Wright hated him, not letting him divorce was to disrupt his family peace, wanting him and Ava Wright to grow tired of each other. This was what he owed Amelia Wright, what he deserved. Ava Wright looked aggrieved as she went to the guest room, shut the door; her face turned sullen and harsh. The guest room hadn’t been used for a long time, though regularly cleaned, still had some dust, but Ava Wright knew her position in the Smith family, asking the maid might not necessarily get help cleaning. She endured the discomfort, tiredly lay down, waiting to talk after sleeping. As Ava Wright slept, closing her eyes, she saw the scene where Oliver Wright fell before her. Ava was like stuck in a nightmare loop, watching Oliver die before her repeatedly, terrified. Amelia Wright slept soundly. Because he was guarding her.