Godfery Shaw tightly clutched the phone. As if fearing that if he didn’t hold it tight enough, the voice on the other end would vanish. Was Amelia Wright going to give him a gift? It wasn’t for Julius Shaw, it was for him, Godfery Shaw. Amelia, on the other end of the line, didn’t hear a response and spoke again, "Julius Shaw?" Still, there was no sound. Amelia glanced at the phone screen, showing the call was connected, she raised her voice, "Hey, Julius Shaw, can you hear me?" Finally, Godfery Shaw snapped out of his shock, his entire ears turning red, "I can hear you, my... brother, he likes everything, he’s not picky." Amelia chuckled, "Such a person who demands so much of everyone, if he’s not considered picky, then who is?" The recent calls with Julius Shaw had become more frequent, the two had grown closer, and Amelia would occasionally joke with him. Moreover, during recent calls, Julius Shaw would occasionally bring up Godfery Shaw, so Amelia dared to calmly mention Godfery Shaw in front of Julius Shaw without fear of making him jealous. Hearing Amelia’s words, Godfery Shaw was somewhat at a loss. Was he really that strict? He really wanted to get along with Amelia gently, but reality didn’t allow it. Even if it did, he might not know how to set aside the restraint and self-control ingrained in his bones. But now, there was the phone between them. With the phone, Amelia couldn’t see his face, and Amelia would think he was Julius Shaw. Since it was Julius Shaw, then he could say anything, right... Godfery Shaw dropped his reserve, trying to make his tone sound more natural, "My brother likes bracelets." Amelia didn’t doubt him, but it was hard to imagine someone like Godfery Shaw wearing any accessories on his hands or neck. She thought it might have been something like cufflinks. After hanging up the phone, not just his ears, but Godfery Shaw’s face was also red, and the hand holding the steering wheel was slightly sweaty. Fortunately, he was driving, and no one was beside him. If someone saw Godfery Shaw , they probably wouldn’t believe it was him. The blush beneath the restraint, carrying a controlled allure, made one almost want to pounce on him. Of course, it was a pity Amelia couldn’t witness such a scene. She took a taxi to the kindergarten just as Emily Allen was let out of school. The adorable children popped their heads out, looking at the parents waiting outside to pick them up. Amelia saw Emily obediently lined up, her gaze not straying even a bit, with a stern little face, looking unlike the energetic students of her age in kindergarten. This child, apart from her appearance, wasn’t like her brother at all. Her brother was upright and serious, Emily was indifferent, which was like her... Suddenly, Amelia walked forward, squeezed into a noticeable position, and called out to Emily, then raised her hand to wave at her. This was something Amelia wouldn’t usually do. Hearing the call, Emily turned to look and saw Amelia approaching. Her stern little face couldn’t hide her emotions anymore, she couldn’t help but poke her head out like the other kids to look more clearly, and then waved at Amelia. The children lined up beside Emily also followed Emily’s gaze. One child exaggeratedly exclaimed, "Emily, is she your mom? She’s prettier than the princess doll I bought." Emily shook her head, her cold gaze gradually warming up, she firmly said, "She’s my aunt, someone more important than my parents." A kid said enviously, "Emily, your aunt is so pretty." "Emily, I want an aunt like that too." "Emily, can your aunt be my aunt too?" Emily replied with a little pride, "No." Amelia waited at the kindergarten gate, watching the kids line up and walk out. A child ran up to Amelia and shouted, "Hello, Emily’s aunt." Another child followed, "Goodbye, Emily’s aunt." For Amelia, this was a novel experience. In the past, her heart was only filled with vengeance, and she wouldn’t notice such things. Today, she’d done quite a few uncharacteristic things. Then Emily walked up next to Amelia, reached out to hold her hand, and in a calm voice tinged with joy, called out, "Aunt." "Hmm, let’s go home." Amelia felt that today, the sun was very bright. Just like finding a bit of meaning in her fleeting life. Thıs content belongs to 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽 Hand in hand, the big one and the little one headed home. Emily took out her notebook to do homework. Amelia also got some paper and pen, and started drawing. She began sketching the bracelet design. Unlike before, this time she was very serious, pausing occasionally to contemplate and revise. This was probably the first time Amelia was so serious about drawing a design. This was her parting gift to Godfery Shaw, naturally, it needed to be important. She wouldn’t live much longer. Not recognizing her parents, not letting them bear the pain of losing a child again, she already owed them too much. Nor could she get too close to Godfery Shaw; she didn’t quite understand feelings, just heart-flutters, but even without understanding, she knew the tearing of feelings was extremely painful—not starting meant no painful farewell. She hoped those who treated her well would remain unaffected by her death. Her death was inevitable; gifting a small handmade token was a remembrance for Godfery Shaw. And it was also a small evidence of her heart’s stirrings. Amelia was now like an old person who had seen through life and death, trying to let herself walk the last bit of the journey as joyously as possible. In her joy, there was a solitude facing death, inexplicably sad. Emily, doing her homework, seemed to sense something, raised her gaze from her notebook to look at Amelia, "Aunt." Amelia responded softly, "I’m here." Emily lost that bad feeling and continued her homework. After finishing the design, Amelia didn’t submit it to the company, but instead went to the company’s material warehouse, took the materials, and made it herself. She had drawn so many beautiful jewelry designs, but it was the first time she made one herself. These past two days, Godfery Shaw couldn’t calm down. Like a high school student in first love, tense and full of expectations. If it weren’t for the fact that no one dared to casually enter and leave Godfery’s office, his unusual state might have been discovered. Until three nights later. Just after dark, he arrived in the old district. This time, he unfortunately encountered Edward Allen. Edward Allen directly stopped Godfery Shaw, dissatisfied, "What are you doing here so late?" Previously, Edward Allen had no grounds to say anything about such matters, but now that he knew Amelia was his sister, he felt he had every right to. Even if it was someone as prominent as the heir of the Shaw family, it wouldn’t matter; that’s his sister! Perhaps he was in a good mood, Godfery Shaw didn’t want any trouble, he even explained, "She asked me to come." Edward Allen remained disgruntled, probably acting as an overprotective brother, believing no man was good enough for his sister, frowning, "What can’t be discussed in the day that you have to come so late?" At this moment, a voice came from Amelia’s room, "Mr. Allen, I asked him over."