Marsh Smith brought Amelia Wright back to the shore and had her sit down, draping her with the coat he had taken off before diving. Only then did he re-enter the water and rescue Ava Wright, who was too weak to struggle and was about to sink. Then he worriedly walked over to Amelia, repeatedly asking if she was okay. Amelia shook her head, her fingertips lightly twirling the necklace in her hand. Ava coughed for a long time before recovering. She stared fiercely at Marsh Smith and croaked, "Marsh Smith, I won’t compete with her over other things, but why did you save her first when we fell into the water at the same time!" Marsh confirmed Amelia was okay and was about to reply when he heard Ava’s outcry. Amelia proactively spoke up, "Sister, don’t you know? Marsh Smith is a shallow man who judges by appearances. Even if you had plastic surgery to look like me, you wouldn’t be as pretty. It’s only natural he saved me first." Marsh felt a bitterness in his heart but was unable to retort. Ava suddenly screamed, "No, impossible, Marsh isn’t that kind of person!" To Ava, this reason was harder to accept than Marsh knowing the truth behind the rescue years ago. Since they were young, she had tried to outdo Amelia in everything, oppressing and belittling her, mainly because Amelia was prettier than her. She could seize or fight for other things, but looks are innate. Even with surgery, she couldn’t get Amelia’s face, which made Ava eternally jealous. Out of jealousy, she always had Amelia hide her looks and even tried several times to disfigure Amelia, only failing due to various accidents. Amelia smiled and said, "Then what reason does Sister think it is?" Ava choked and said nothing. Amelia snickered internally, knowing that even if Ava guessed Marsh might know the truth, Ava would never bring it up unless Marsh did. It was amusing this way, as she had always planned for Marsh and Ava to torture each other endlessly. Mental torment is often more painful than physical pain. Amelia withdrew her gaze and lazily said, "I’m tired, Marsh Smith, take me home." Amelia reached out to Marsh. Knowing Amelia was using him, Marsh still felt happy and carefully picked her up. Amelia leaned aristocratically in Marsh’s arms, looking at Ava, who sat disheveled on the ground. Amelia’s heart was truly cold; she didn’t really consider herself important. She could disregard hurting her own body, just as she could calmly lean in Marsh’s arms. Using Marsh, she also used herself. Ava felt unbearably humiliated; everything she prided herself on was trampled under Amelia’s foot. Amelia lazily said, "Sister, I’ll take the necklace. The stolen thing should have been returned long ago. If you need money, try asking Godfery Shaw." Ava choked on water, struggling to stand as if to pounce on Amelia. Marsh held Amelia, instinctively stepping back two steps, watching Ava warily. Ava was hurt by this wariness and screamed, "Marsh Smith, I am your wife!" Marsh just coldly looked at Ava and then turned to walk away with Amelia in his arms. With Ava’s voice breaking, she dramatically shouted, "Marsh Smith, I hate you. If you like her so much, go to her side! I want a divorce!" Amelia’s lips curled up slightly: "Sister, don’t be agitated, divorce is impossible, wishing you a long and happy marriage." Marsh didn’t answer; he looked at Amelia as she calculated and hated them openly in front of him. But Marsh knew he could only endure, and Ava had to endure too. The two gradually walked away. Amelia could only hear, distantly, Ava screaming like a madwoman, demanding a divorce. Ava truly wanted a divorce, thinking holding onto Marsh would bring her benefits. But she couldn’t endure this emotional abuse. She was still young, with a pretty face. Even if her family status was gone and she lost everything, she could still find a man who liked her to live a stable life in the latter half of her life; there was no need to fight with Marsh this way. However, Ava would soon discover that Marsh wouldn’t divorce. Marsh carried Amelia far away, and Amelia gently pushed Marsh, indifferently saying, "Put me down, I’ll go back myself." Marsh obediently put Amelia down. Amelia stood properly and took off the coat, handing it back to Marsh. Marsh advised, "You’re all soaked. This coat is dry, wear it back first." Amelia said nothing, holding out the coat. Marsh could only silently take the coat. He knew Amelia hated him, loathed everything about him. Amelia turned and left without looking back. This place was close to Elegant Art Academy, and her wet clothes felt cold, so Amelia decided to go to the school to change. From her previous departure and return, her things had been moved out, but then Emma Lewis moved some back, saying she wasn’t allowed to move out because they were roommates until graduation. Since she had to change clothes, she’d definitely see Emma. So... she might as well apologize to Emma. Amelia made a lame excuse for herself. Previously, due to heavy resentment from revenge, she was afraid of hurting Emma one day and said harsh words to drive her away. Now, she was sure she wouldn’t hurt those around her, placing her remaining guilt on herself to atone one day. The only one she’d hurt would be herself, not others. Friends didn’t need to distance themselves like Godfery Shaw did. She wanted to apologize to Emma and didn’t want Emma to feel sad. Amelia took a taxi and arrived at Elegant Art Academy in ten minutes. It was noon, and many students were coming and going across the campus, with some occasionally glancing at Amelia. Amelia headed straight for the dormitory building. As she reached the dorm entrance, she heard laughter inside. The next moment, the dorm door opened. Emma Lewis and a girl with bangs stood inside the door, with Amelia standing outside. The girl with bangs thanked Emma, "Thank you, senior, for saving me. Without you, I really wouldn’t know what to do. Senior, can... can we be friends?" Amelia stood there drenched, unexpectedly feeling a bit downhearted inside. She realized she was a very selfish person, presuming she could easily drive people away to avoid hurting Emma and now, upon coming to apologize, expecting forgiveness. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 Why should she be forgiven? Emma could have new friends. New friends wouldn’t be as indifferent as she was. Suddenly, Amelia felt her wrist grabbed and pulled forward. Emma, habitually sarcastic, said, "Amelia, are you out of your mind? Don’t you know how weak you are? Walking around soaked ." Amelia was dumbfounded as Emma pulled her into the dorm. The girl with bangs called out, "Senior?" Emma impatiently replied, "Hurry up and leave. As for friends, I just couldn’t stand bullying and saved you on impulse."