Tomorrow, even this photomontage marriage certificate will be gone. This time, the divorce is really happening, he can’t keep pretending to be busy to delay it any longer. He couldn’t let the Shaw family focus their attention on Amelia. At this moment, Godfery Shaw even felt a bit relieved, relieved that Amelia’s child wasn’t his, otherwise the Shaw family would certainly stop at nothing to get rid of the child. To ensure that he is absolutely loyal as a weapon to the Shaw family, he must not have any weaknesses, especially not a child. Thinking of the Shaw family, Godfery Shaw’s face showed disgust. He gently touched the person in the photo and kept the marriage certificate close to him. Elijah Jefferson took Amelia Wright back to the old town. He helped Amelia into the house, concerned, he said, "You don’t look well, do you need me to stay here?" Amelia shook her head, "No, thank you for today, I might have caused you some trouble." Elijah chuckled bitterly, "No need to thank me, you paid for it." Elijah sorted out the vitamins prescribed by the doctor for Amelia, labeling each one with instructions on how many times a day to take them and how many pills each time. He then asked, "Are you sure you don’t need me to stay? We’re in a professional relationship, you don’t have to feel burdened." Amelia still refused, "I’m fine, a shower will clear my head a lot." Having said this much, there’s no way you can insist on staying while someone takes a shower, so Elijah had to leave first. After Elijah left, Amelia stumbled to the bathroom and started throwing up violently. After vomiting, she rinsed her mouth. Not long after, she vomited again and continued to rinse her mouth. Not knowing how many times she had thrown up, until nothing was left, Amelia finally leaned against the wall to take a shower. The warm water poured down her head, Amelia closed her eyes. No one knew if her current condition was a stress reaction to entering the hospital or from feeling sad. Nor did anyone know that the separation from Godfery Shaw hurt not only him but also her. The five years of the past life, the emotional stirrings of this life, the separation had destined them to be painful. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱 But Amelia was ruthless enough, ruthless to others, even more ruthless to herself. Having cleansed herself from the hospital’s aura from head to toe, Amelia walked out of the bathroom, her vision a bit blurry. Previously, she thought the bathroom’s mist was causing the blurred vision. It was only now she realized it was a stress reaction; she truly was a wreck. Amelia ignored her blurred vision; as long as she wasn’t blind, it wouldn’t affect anything. She acted unfazed and dried her hair. Remembering the doctor’s instructions today, she went to cook some porridge. Like someone with an eating disorder, she forced herself to eat despite the nausea. Half a bowl of porridge in and she was already sweating from her forehead. Only when she felt she might vomit again did Amelia stop. She took out a bracelet, identical to the one she gave to Godfery Shaw. She gently rubbed the words "Peace and Fortune" engraved on it. He would have peace and fortune in the future, no longer being burdened by her as in the past five years. Sadly, Godfery Shaw would never know that the red thread entwined on the bracelet was Amelia’s subtle affection. Painful, it wasn’t just one person. That night, Amelia didn’t sleep well. The blood and hatred from the past life, would not disappear until her death. And in the Imperial Garden, Godfery Shaw. That night, he had that long-unseen dream again. He dreamed once more of that dark room, the one where he had been kidnapped as a child for seven days, tortured, changing his life forever. Clearly, it was a dark room filled with fear, yet in the dream, his consciousness went towards it with joy. The ten-year-old boy was locked in the room, and it was already the third day. These three days, he fiercely resisted, trying every way to save himself, because deep in his heart, he believed his family would come to save him. But after enduring three days of torment, he came to realize there was no such kidnapping; it was his family who had locked him in here. They broke his resolve, destroyed his trust; the mental and physical torment nearly shattered ten-year-old Godfery Shaw. They told him that all he could do was surrender and obey. They told him it was his good fortune to be chosen, proving he was smart enough; even a smart child should know what to choose. They told him to either become a weapon or die in this kidnapping. It’s normal for abductors to kill, nothing to do with the Shaw family. That was the first time the ten-year-old had witnessed darkness, the kind that could drown a child. Yet he stubbornly refused to compromise. On the fourth day, there was no more food. On the fifth day, they broke two of his ribs. On the sixth day, they seemed to have given up on taming him. A disobedient dog, if it dies, then so be it. Godfery Shaw felt the pain in the dream, a strange feeling and he knew this was just a dream, observing it unfolding step by step like a bystander. The ten-year-old lay weakly in the dark room, the vitality fading from his eyes. He lay on the ground, his body growing weaker, yet his gaze grew fiercer like a wild beast, his fingers gently knocking on the locked door, seemingly declaring his unyielding struggle. At that moment, a soft voice of a little girl came from outside the door, "Hey, is anyone there?" The young Godfery Shaw was on the verge of being tortured to death, yet his real-world consciousness felt joy and pleasure. Regarding this oft-repeated dream, Godfery Shaw was never afraid; he even looked forward to it. Because after every extreme pain he endured, he could see her. The little boy in the dream remained cold and unresponsive. Outside, small hands were pushing hard against the door. The old iron door was chained locked from outside, but with enough force, it could be pushed open a crack. The darkness inside and the sunlight outside created a distinct boundary line. Lying inside the door, Godfery Shaw saw a little girl bathed in sunlight. He saw her bright eyes. The little girl’s soft voice outside the door exclaimed with joy, "Wow, there’s really someone inside! What are you doing in there, brother?" The young Godfery Shaw didn’t want to respond. In this ordeal, he had lost all hope, despising everyone! The little girl outside didn’t mind Godfery’s lack of response; because it was too dark inside, she couldn’t see the injuries on Godfery’s body, only that he was lying on the ground. The little girl sat down by the door, speaking to herself. "I have a brother too, but I can’t find my way home anymore." "Brother, why are you here? Are you alone?" "Where are your family, did they get lost like mine?" "You haven’t come out. Are you hungry?" "Brother, I’m so scared..." Godfery Shaw wanted to laugh, to mock. What was the point of telling him all this, could they expect help from a dying person like him? But perhaps the light around her was too bright, Godfery Shaw lightly knocked on the door in response. Until the voice outside disappeared and did not sound again for a long time.