She opened her eyes to see Amelia Wright beside her, thinking she was dreaming. Charles Allen gently squeezed his wife’s shoulder, and Clara and Charles exchanged a glance, finally realizing what had happened. She had an attack, her daughter was saving her. Amelia, seeing her wake up, finally loosened her tense expression, her hands uncontrollably starting to tremble. In that moment before, she was truly scared, afraid her parents would have an accident in front of her. She feared that, even if she relived her life, some things would still follow the trajectory of the past life. Amelia, pale-faced, made Clara hurt overwhelmingly, wanting to hug her daughter and tell her not to be afraid, that mom was here. But she couldn’t do that, because even at this moment, her daughter had no intention of recognizing them. Clara grasped Amelia’s hand, her weak voice urgent, "I know you, you are Amelia Wright, Emily Allen showed us on TV, you saved Emily, and you saved me, you are the benefactor of our family." Amelia shook her head, pale-faced, no, she was not a benefactor, she was a sinner. The tragedies of the past life, the tragic deaths of her parents, were not only the fault of the Wright family but also of her, the foolish bystander who fanned the flames. The Wright family had already met a miserable end, she too shouldn’t be living. Her revenge was not over yet, the enemy was still her own self. Just wait, she would destroy herself. Amelia’s greatest guilt was towards her parents, so she didn’t dare to acknowledge them, didn’t even dare to meet them. At this moment, when her mother grabbed her hand, she wanted to break free and run away but didn’t know if she dared to or didn’t want to. So she let her mother hold her, greedily savoring the closest distance to her parents. Just for a moment, she’d soon leave the Capital City. Clara held Amelia and said, "Child, can you take me home, I want to thank you in person for today’s matter." The people at the banquet were a little surprised. The Allens were known to be a very upright family that didn’t really mingle in these circles and rarely attended such banquets. The Allen family was not large, quite united, it was not easy for outsiders to make connections with them. Yet at this moment, they saw that they were inviting someone to go to the Allen family. Many people thought that this girl was really lucky in their hearts. Just casually saving someone, it turned out to be the matriarch of the Allen family, she actually gained closeness with the Allens. Although the Allens weren’t one of the top-tier families, they were considered mid-level, many people had tried to approach the Allens but had not succeeded. Amos Shaw, holding a glass of iced water, witnessed this scene, the corners of his mouth gradually lifted into a smile, somewhat interesting. Everyone was lost in wild thoughts, only Amelia was in a daze, once again hearing her mother call out ’child’, her body trembled. Her heart couldn’t refuse the words, but she forced herself to refuse, turning to look at Emma Lewis standing behind her, she said, "Emma, could you call someone to help send this lady home?" Emma was stunned, saying very gently, "Amelia, there’s nothing much at this banquet, why don’t you take this lady home first? You know medicine, I worry she might feel unwell on the way back." Emma hoped the Allens would value Amelia. The Wright family was gone, Amelia had no family. She could bring the Wright family back to the Lewis family, let her family become Amelia’s family, but Emma knew, her parents’ worries were unnecessary, Amelia would refuse. But this was an opportunity, not because she was materialistic, she just wanted to find a backing for Amelia. So that next time someone bullied her like the Wrights did, she wouldn’t have to fight alone. Amelia looked helplessly at Emma, those cool eyes with unease as if asking Emma, is it okay? Emma patted Amelia’s head, firmly saying, "It’s okay, take this lady home." Only then did Amelia nod, she was also worried about her mother’s relapse on the way back. Amelia and Charles Allen supported Clara Goodman on either side as they left. Just like a family of three, with both husband and daughter holding the matriarch’s hand, gradually walking away. Mr. and Mrs. Allen gave Emma a grateful look. Emma didn’t notice, she just watched Amelia, inexplicably feeling a bit of heartache. After Amelia walked away, Emma looked at her own parents, her face serious, "Mom and Dad, I told you earlier what kind of person Amelia is, you should believe me, do you think she would accept your gifts because they’re expensive? No, it’s because she cares about me, otherwise, these things in front of her, she wouldn’t even glance at them." Mr. Lewis and Mrs. Lewis looked at each other. Emma was a little annoyed by her parents’ previous reaction, continuing, "I wanted her to come to my house, but I know she won’t agree to it. Now it’s fine, the Allens snatched the opportunity, but it’s also good, the Allens consider her a benefactor, they definitely won’t think she’s after money." Mrs. Lewis awkwardly said, "That’s not what we meant, how about this, later you tell Amelia, we’re willing to take her as a goddaughter." Emma shook her head, a bit helpless, "It’s too late, if you had agreed earlier, there might have been a tiny chance, but now there’s no chance, forget it, this isn’t your fault, she’s naturally guarded, it’s enough for me to be friends with her, without involving the family." Mr. and Mrs. Lewis exchanged a glance, suddenly feeling some regret. Their daughter seemed to be sad. In the past, when she made mistakes and got scolded or spanked, she’d make a fuss, but this time she was quiet, not even leaving the banquet directly. If Amelia knew the situation on Emma’s side, she’d surely sincerely tell Emma, she didn’t mind, nor was she angry. At this moment, Amelia got into the car with her parents, heading toward the Allen’s home. She sat quietly next to her mother, her hand still tightly held by her mother. Chapters fırst released on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝘯𝘦𝘵 But seeing the direction the car was heading, she started to get nervous, started to become afraid, how could she deserve to return to that home. Such emotional upheaval made Amelia’s heart start to beat irregularly, even when she was ruthless in revenge, she hadn’t been this scared, her heart slightly aching. Amelia unconsciously placed a hand gently on her heart, trying to slow her breath. Clara leaned back in her chair, quietly peeking at Amelia, seeing this scene, suddenly closed her eyes. She seemed tired, resting her eyes. In fact, it was too sad, if she didn’t close her eyes, the next moment tears would fall. Her daughter had the same slight heart problem as she did, when she was young, they used to occasionally take her to the hospital for checkups, the doctor said after age six, surgery could fix it. But their daughter was lost before she turned six, looking at her now, she hadn’t recovered, missing the most important surgery, she’d never get better this lifetime, just like her, forever sickly. Clara felt heart-wrenching pain, wondering how her child had lived all these years, did anyone take her to the doctor when she was sick? Did anyone comfort her when she was in pain? No, no one, that Wright family, not a single person was good to her! Clara also placed a hand over her heart, her face gradually growing pale. Amelia put aside her own emotions, worriedly asked, "Madam, are you okay?" Clara finally couldn’t help but reach out to hug Amelia. Amelia’s expression stiffened, did her mother know her identity?