When Amelia Wright woke up, Godfery Shaw had already left. Thinking of Godfery Shaw who appeared last night, Amelia’s eyelashes fluttered softly as she lowered her eyes. Today, Amelia planned to see Bess Bennett. After so long of revenge, it’s about time to properly wrap things up at this stage, right? Amelia took a cab to the hospital. This time, she didn’t enter the hospital but asked an aide to push Bess Bennett out to the open space outside the hospital for some fresh air. The aide was more than happy to do this job, as it would earn her some money. After all, she was there watching, nothing would happen. The patient had been lying there for so long, she probably wanted some air too. And just as the aide thought, when she put Bess Bennett in the wheelchair to roll her outside, Bess Bennett did not refuse. She didn’t dare to commit suicide and could only live numbly ; being able to go out for some fresh air was a relief. But when she saw Amelia Wright from afar on the open ground outside the hospital, she understood why the aide had gone to such lengths to take her out today. Bess Bennett instinctively tried to move the wheelchair away. But lying back in the wheelchair, unable even to sit upright, with her body strapped to the wheelchair, she didn’t have the strength to control it. Seeing this, Amelia mocked, "Mrs. Bennett, why are you trying to run from me? You’re already in such a state; I can’t do anything to you. Your situation, as miserable as it is, won’t get any worse." One had to admit, Amelia had a point. Bess Bennett stopped her actions and just looked at Amelia warily. The aide was still behind her, so Amelia couldn’t do anything. Amelia said to the aide, "Don’t worry, I’m just here to talk." The aide nodded, stepped back a bit to let them talk. Amelia sat down on a wooden bench by the road and said plainly, "Let me tell you a story. I had a dream where a morally corrupt family stole someone’s child to raise as their own. Years of mental torment made the child timid and obedient, more tormented with every step, forced to marry in place of someone else..." Amelia was recounting her past life. After finishing the story, she looked at Bess Bennett and asked, "Mrs. Bennett, what do you think of this dream?" Bess Bennett’s eyes widened, recognizing who each character in the story represented. Amelia said coldly, "If nothing unexpected happened, the child in the story would probably live this way all her life. Can you say she wouldn’t seek revenge?" Bess Bennett, who was almost speechless earlier, took a few deep breaths before finally speaking in a hoarse voice: "Are you crazy? All those things you did, just because of a dream?" Amelia laughed and said, "Who says it must be a dream?" Bess Bennett shivered, unable to help but think that if Amelia hadn’t started fighting back after the forced marriage, she might have truly followed the path laid out in the dream since that was exactly how they had planned her life. Amelia continued laughing, "You understand now, don’t you? That family has no innocents, it’s not that anyone is trying to harm them, they’re just reaping what they’ve sown!" "One is dead, one is paralyzed, and another is doomed to live pitiably like a dog. I ask you, do you regret it?" "Do you regret raising a vengeful demon?" Amelia questioned relentlessly. Bess Bennett’s face turned ashen. Even after living , Bess Bennett still felt fear. Oliver Wright was dead, and she thought Amelia wanted her dead too, instinctively saying, "I can apologize." Amelia stood up from the bench and walked step by step towards Bess Bennett, her voice cold and indifferent, "Apologize? I’m sorry, I don’t accept it." "Don’t come any closer; do you think you’ll end well? Your entanglement with Godfery Shaw, the Shaw family won’t let you go." Bess Bennett seemed to have slipped, clammed up, and said nothing. Amelia already heard enough; as for the details, she wouldn’t question Bess Bennett as Bess Bennett’s words aren’t necessarily reliable, she would investigate herself. Amelia had finished telling her story; she was tired but satisfied. She had specifically come here today to tell this story. She stood up and said, "Alright, go back to the hospital. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything more to you. For someone like you, who doesn’t even dare to die, living paralyzed is the greatest humiliation." Amelia finished speaking, handed money to the aide, and just turned and left. She didn’t take a cab, just walked along the roadside, not knowing where she was going. She thought of Godfery Shaw, thought of the Shaw family. If the Shaw family were to act, was their previous proposal for divorce at the behest of the Shaw family? Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝙣𝙚𝙩 In her past life, Godfery Shaw later confronted the Shaw family in Capital City and crushed them in an incredibly dominant manner. Everyone said back then that Godfery Shaw was ruthless, ungrateful even to kin. The uproar at the time was such that even in her past life, where Amelia didn’t care about Godfery Shaw, she had heard about these events. However, in her past life, she stayed by Godfery Shaw’s side for five years, and the Shaw family in Capital City never made a move against her. She even met once with Joan Shaw from the Shaw family in Capital City, who merely said to her face that she wasn’t fit for Godfery Shaw and did nothing more. Based on her past life memories, Amelia felt it was unlikely, but she kept it in mind nonetheless. Talking with Bess Bennett made Amelia feel a lot lighter. Amelia believed she too was the culprit who ought to face revenge. She had long decided that her life was destined to be painful and crazy, with no way to live at peace with herself. Since death was nearing, now... for a short time, couldn’t she live just a bit happier? Without affecting the people around her, couldn’t she be a little less restrained, a bit more wanton? Put all the sins on this life, extract her soul from it, and gain momentary ease. Thinking this, Amelia smiled. She thought it was a good idea. So she cheerfully contacted Hamilton. When Hamilton answered the call, he sounded like he was abandoned, saying, "Amelia, you finally made time to call me. You promised to teach me racing, but I couldn’t reach you, and when I tried to find you, I was stopped outside the old district, you know!" Amelia felt a bit apologetic, she had almost forgotten about this, practically about him too. "Sorry, I’m free today." Hamilton, who had been ready to complain, stopped short in surprise: "Are you free today?! Where are you, I’ll pick you up!" "I’m... by the roadside, I’ll send you my location." After sending her location, Amelia just sat by the roadside, watching the cars come and go. Before long, an eye-catching flashy silver convertible parked in front of her. Hamilton got out of the car, hair previously dyed milk gray now turned blue, clearly looking like a delinquent youth. Hamilton grinned, showing a row of white teeth, waving at Amelia, "Hey, Amelia, long time no see! You look like you’ve come back to life." Hearing this, Amelia smiled, seemingly infected by this youthful vigor, and waved back: "Long time no see."