Next, Amelia Wright began to seriously learn painting. The teacher had high expectations for her, she always knew that. The teacher hoped she would live well, which she might not be able to do, but at least, leave behind some paintings that satisfied the teacher. Robert Reed looked at Amelia coming to the Ink Manor again, frowning, "Amelia, are you really okay?" Amelia laughed, "What could be wrong with me? I’ve had some free time lately, so I’ve calmed down on purpose to learn painting from the teacher." ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝙣𝙚𝙩 "Before, you couldn’t even come twice a week, and now you have time to spend every day at the Ink Manor?" "I’m pregnant, quit my job, and have nothing to do now." After breaking up with Godfery Shaw, Amelia no longer hid the fact that she was pregnant. Now, her nominal boyfriend is Elijah Jefferson, and this child is Elijah’s too. Robert Reed was still a bit worried, mainly because Amelia’s recent works showed a gradually changing style. Previously, it was dead silent despair; now it seemed like she had little real attachment to the world, as if she could leave at any moment. But then he looked at Amelia’s already obvious belly, and the supplements she never forgot to take in the studio every day, and felt slightly relieved. She cared so much about this child; how could she not have attachments? Amelia spent all her days at the Ink Manor, as if obsessed with painting. Even for Rose Taylor, who had once harmed and later helped her, she made arrangements, sending Rose to Mia Parker’s studio. Because Rose had genuinely changed her ways, Mia Parker forgave her. Old friends, once disappointed, became friends again to work together. Indeed, paintings reflect the person, and Robert Reed also noticed Amelia’s changes from those paintings. Each painting was a farewell to the world. Three days later, Emma Lewis came back. Originally planning to spend a few more days in the Capital City, Emma returned three days after Amelia came back to Riverwood City after staying with her parents. Emma didn’t go back to school; she headed straight to the old town after getting off the plane. Once she arrived, seeing the quietness around Amelia’s house, she asked puzzled, "Wasn’t it very lively before? Where did everybody go?" "They all left." Amelia was cooking noodles; seeing Emma arrive, she asked again, "Do you eat chili?" Emma was somewhat confused. These people were so adamantly staying here before; how could they just leave ? Thinking that, she walked into Amelia’s house. Then she saw Amelia come out of the kitchen wearing a spaghetti strap nightdress, holding noodles. Emma’s eyes widened in shock. It wasn’t that Amelia was too beautiful, or the nightdress too revealing. But the nightdress was too form-fitting, and she saw Amelia’s protruding belly. Emma asked, her mind in a daze, "We’ve only been apart for three days! You... what happened???" "Nothing really, just pregnant." Emma suddenly stood up, making the table wobble, "What do you mean ’nothing’! You..." Amelia interrupted Emma, "Be careful, the noodles I just cooked almost got spilled by you." Emma deflated like a balloon, moving much more gently, then nervously asked, "Is it Godfery Shaw’s?" "I’ve divorced Godfery Shaw; this child is mine alone." Emma’s surprise quickly turned into heartache. She chatted on and on with Amelia until the noodles became soggy. Amelia helplessly tried to change the topic, "By the way, did your parents agree to let you join the army?" Emma quickly nodded, "They did, they said after I graduate, they agree to let me join the army." Once the topic changed, Emma stopped fixating on the pregnancy, only saying that Amelia shouldn’t be afraid, and that she’d help Amelia raise the child together. Then at night, Emma lingered, refusing to leave, insisting on staying there, perhaps worried about the mood of a pregnant divorced woman. Emma had experience with sleeping on the floor. Before Amelia could refuse, she grabbed a quilt herself and quickly set up a sleeping space on the floor. Amelia sighed, not really knowing how to refuse, so she thought, forget it, let her stay the night. At night, Emily Allen was asleep. Emma and Amelia were still whispering. "Amelia, didn’t Basil Smith used to hang around next door? Where did he run off to?" Amelia was surprised Emma would ask about Basil, straightforwardly asking, "Do you like Basil?" "Oh gosh, who would like that bespectacled square, rigid and stingy, doesn’t speak nicely, also self-righteous..." "Seems like you do like him." After a long while, Emma said somewhat dejectedly, "I do kind of like him, just want to break his serious demeanor. After some previous misunderstandings, he reflected on himself, and I thought he wasn’t bad. I wanted to reach out to him but he ignored me..." Amelia thought for a moment and said, "I can help you get him to meet up." Emma brightened up instantly, "You really can get him to come?" Amelia nodded, "I can. Where do you want to meet?" Emma said quickly, "The cinema at Golden Prosperity Plaza, I heard from Elegant Art students that it’s a good place for a date." They were chatting when Emma suddenly heard a small noise by the window. She was about to check when Amelia shook her head. Soon, the window was opened, and a cushion was tossed inside. The window was about to be closed. Amelia suddenly spoke, "Hailey Smith." Hailey was startled and turned to leave immediately. Amelia’s cool voice continued, "Stop!" Hailey paused but then realized why he should listen. Amelia already asked, "Hailey, did Godfery Shaw send you?" Hailey couldn’t stay silent anymore, irritably cursing, "Of course not, Godfery doesn’t even know; I’m just a naturally good person worrying that this terrifying woman of yours might die from not sleeping well!" It was the first time Hailey was so fierce to Amelia, seeming to hope that by being fierce, he wouldn’t fear Amelia anymore. Amelia’s emotions were complicated because Hailey was clearly afraid of her, yet he couldn’t bear to see her nightmares. She lowered her voice, "I need your help with something. Go and subtly ask your brother if he likes Emma. If your brother does, then find a way to bring him to the cinema at Golden Prosperity Plaza tomorrow." After Amelia finished, there was a hum from outside and then the sound of departing footsteps. Emma was stunned, watching the events unfold before her. Amelia calmly stated, "It’s handled. Go and wait at the cinema tomorrow, then you’ll know his attitude." The next day, Emma returned from the cinema, her face filled with joy. From Amelia’s perspective, she hardly needed to ask to know that the matter had progressed smoothly. Emma eagerly approached Amelia, "Why aren’t you asking me?" Amelia calmly said, "Congratulations." Emma rolled her eyes, "Being friends with you is so boring. Can’t you be a bit duller, filled with curiosity and enthusiasm, and ask me about what happened?" Amelia blinked, her clear eyes gradually turning curious, and asked Emma, "What did you do at the cinema to succeed?" Emma, ignoring Amelia’s pretense, enthusiastically told her, "I just directly said I was interested in him, haha. He said he wasn’t into me. But if he wasn’t, why would he come? So, I just snatched his glasses and kissed him." Amelia caught on, cooperated, and asked, "And then?" "Then that guy got all flustered, haha, he doesn’t stand a chance against me." Even if Amelia was not well-versed in romance, she felt something wasn’t right and rubbed her forehead, asking, "Are you sure that counts as a success?" Emma patted her chest assuredly, "Of course it counts as a success; he won’t escape."