Clara Goodman tightly hugged Amelia Wright, and behind Amelia’s back where she couldn’t see, tears finally fell uncontrollably. She didn’t dare to cry loudly, and she didn’t even dare to let the tears keep flowing. She was afraid Amelia would see, afraid the tears would drip onto Amelia’s back and be felt. Charles Allen in the front passenger seat turned back to see his wife and softly advised, "Grace, calm down, you can’t get too emotional, don’t scare the child." Clara quickly wiped her tears, taking deep breaths. She couldn’t have another episode, her daughter had already been frightened by her, she couldn’t scare her again. After a while, Clara released Amelia, apologizing, "I lost my composure, seeing you reminded me of my unfortunate daughter, I must have scared you." Amelia shook her head, pinching her thumb with her index finger idly. Clara held onto Amelia’s hand, even when her palms began to sweat she wouldn’t let go. She tried hard to control her inner sadness, pretending to be relaxed and unaffected, she couldn’t be sad, she should feel happy, they were taking their daughter home. Soon, they reached outside Allen Villa, and the car stopped. With anticipation, Clara said, "Child, thank you very much today, come inside and rest for a bit, have a glass of water." Amelia, who hadn’t reacted much, withdrew her hand and shook her head to refuse, "No need, ma’am, you’re home now, so I’ll get going. Please see a doctor when you get back, make sure to take your medication on time, and don’t let your emotions fluctuate too much. I... I’ll be leaving now." Without waiting for them to persuade her to stay, Amelia opened the car door and left. Mr. Allen and Mrs. Allen hurriedly got out of the car, about to catch up. Without waiting for them to speak, Amelia waved to them, "No need to send me off, I want to take a walk by myself, I can catch a cab once I’m off this road." Charles Allen wanted to say something, but seeing his wife’s face turn pale as she clutched her chest, he could only take her back inside first, the doctor was already waiting. Amelia walked out along the main road of the villa area. She seemed particularly calm, but when she walked out of sight from Allen Villa, Amelia suddenly collapsed, crouching on the ground, sobbing. It was as if countless sorrows had accumulated and could no longer be contained. Where no one could see, she cried in despair. She was always enduring, enduring revenge, enduring those deep grudges, enduring the closeness to Godfery Shaw, enduring not daring to step inside the front door. But now, she couldn’t endure anymore. She had always... been so sad. She didn’t want to endure living anymore, she detested herself. As long as she lived for another day, she would constantly think of those past life sins, the mistakes she committed, and the debts she hasn’t paid. Her chest began to hurt, but Amelia didn’t control her emotions, as if self-abusing, self-destructing, allowing pain to punish herself. In this self-loathing emotion, there was a faint movement in her belly, and Amelia’s heart paused. She placed her hand on her belly, the child inside seemed to sense the mother’s sadness, and moved again. Amelia’s tears fell silently as if a thread had broken. Perhaps she should endure a bit longer. She still had her child. This child was something she didn’t have in her previous life, the only tie untainted by blood and sin. Amelia stopped crying, stood up, and softly said to herself, "Child, don’t be afraid, you won’t be like mommy, you will have a beautiful life, don’t be afraid." Amelia gradually walked away, and those crumbling emotions receded with her distant steps. She still had to keep enduring to live. She had sentenced herself to a death penalty, only granting herself a probation period. Amelia got into a taxi and called Emma Lewis. The ringtone sounded just once before it was quickly picked up, Emma immediately asked with concern, "How is it, is the lady from Allen family okay?" Amelia replied calmly, "She’s fine, I sent her home. Emma, is the banquet almost over? I won’t return, I’m going back to Riverwood City." Emma paused, then asked, "Why are you in such a hurry to go back? You’re already here, tomorrow I can take you around. Capital City is a lot of fun, it has many things Riverwood doesn’t have, Amelia... are you okay?" Amelia’s voice was steady, "I’m fine, what could be wrong? Just not used to Capital City’s climate, I want to go back." Emma conceded, "Where are you? I’ll go back with you." "No need, it’s hard for you to come back, spend more time with your parents." "Amelia, are you... sad?" "No, why would I be? See you in a few days." The two ended the call. Over on Emma’s side, after hanging up, she hurried out from the venue. Mr. Lewis and Mrs. Lewis quickly followed, "What’s wrong, what happened?" Emma shook her head somewhat dejectedly, "Nothing, Amelia went back to Riverwood." Seeing their daughter’s sadness, Mrs. Lewis said, "How about we send you back to Riverwood?" Emma still shook her head, "No need, she went off by herself, just wants to be alone, it’s nothing, nothing will happen to Amelia, I’ll return to Capital City tomorrow. Let’s go, mom and dad, let’s go home." Mr. Lewis and Mrs. Lewis now deeply regretted. Wasn’t it just about having a goddaughter? Even if Amelia really went after the money, what did it matter, they had lots of money, now look, their daughter was hurt. ... Fresh chapters posted on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 Amelia went back to Riverwood City alone, returning to that damp, foggy air. That incomplete heart seemed hidden beneath this layer of fog, pristine on the surface. Amelia didn’t return to the old city district, she went to Ink Manor. At this moment, she didn’t know why but just wanted to see her teacher. Perhaps the teacher was the only one who could see through her darkness in the paintings. When Amelia arrived at Ink Manor, it was already dark. The employees at Ink Manor had almost all left, but Robert Reed was still there. In the afternoon, Robert had entered the studio, quietly painting without coming out. After making a call, Amelia walked up to the third floor. Upon hearing the door open, Robert gestured to Amelia, "Young apprentice, you’re here, come take a look, this painting that I’ve been conceiving for a long time, it’s my gift to you." Amelia walked over, her gaze falling on the paper. It was a Red Plum Blossom Painting. Very similar to the Red Plum Blossom Painting Amelia painted that was spilled with red wine. But because of some changes in details, the two paintings conveyed completely different feelings. Amelia’s was of blood-stained desolation and despair. While this painting gave a sense of exuberance. Snow heavily weighted the branches, yet the red plum blossoms broke through the snow, blooming enchantingly. In the painting, a woman sat under the plum tree, brush in hand, as if painting within a painting. With a slightly raspy voice, Amelia said, "Teacher, I feel like I can’t hold on anymore." With the brush he used for painting plums, Robert gently tapped Amelia’s brow, as if a red plum blossom bloomed at the center of her brows. In his broad voice, Robert said, "Amelia, do you know what this painting I give you is called?" Amelia shook her head. Robert smiled and said, "It’s called Hope."