Amos Shaw looked at Amelia Wright so gently, this scene, so beautiful it overshadowed everything around, destined to leave an indelible memory in his heart. Knowing that Amelia was going to walk into death, Amos felt increasingly distressed and regretful. But no matter how regretful, Amos’s decision would not change. He gentlemanly reached out his hand to Amelia; she placed her hand on his. The two exchanged a smile. Amos’s smile was one of regret and heartache. Whereas Amelia’s was the smile of having avenged the Wright family, of dragging him to hell with her. It’s a pity Amos couldn’t see it; otherwise, he wouldn’t be smiling. Amos led Amelia to sit down beside him, personally bringing her a few pills. He looked at the pills in his hand, and introduced them one by one: "This is the labor-inducing drug, it will take effect in about ten minutes after consumption. This is the drug that damages the vocal cords, your voice is so beautiful. I actually don’t want to do it, but unfortunately, there’s no perfect solution." There was another kind, which Amos didn’t introduce, but Amelia knew, it was the drug to make her hemorrhage, a life-threatening one. Amos suddenly said: "Don’t be afraid, I will give you a painkiller shot, you won’t feel pain." The silent Amelia shook her head and said: "I don’t want a painkiller. Since it’s a grand finale, I want to feel it myself. What I’m least afraid of is pain." She needed to remain clear-headed along the final stretch, to ensure the child’s safety, and to clearly tell everyone about Amos’s wrongdoings. Amos hesitated for a moment, but still respected Amelia’s decision. On a day like today, whatever small request Amelia made, Amos would probably listen. Amos watched as Amelia swallowed the tablets one by one, and then helped her up again, gently saying: "Let’s go, I’ll take you out." Amos supported Amelia as they walked out of the chateau, step by step moving away, from the confinement of the chateau to the outside. Walking towards Amelia’s death... Amos had arranged everything for today. Over by the greenhouses in the Imperial Garden, there was usually no one there. The two gardeners who would normally come by, had been sent away by someone Amos found. At first glance, the greenhouse looked like a giant metal birdcage. Standing outside, through the metal bars, one could clearly see the flowers blooming inside, the blend of metal and flowers carrying a sort of opulent luxury. Godfery Shaw was not a person who liked flowers and plants; no one understood why he built such a greenhouse in the Imperial Garden. Since it was finished, Godfery never went inside. Since marrying into the Imperial Garden, Amelia had never been to this greenhouse either. Now it was Amelia’s first time here, and she felt in her heart that she was meant to walk towards death here. The time was about right, her stomach had already begun to ache faintly. Amos said with some reluctance: "Amelia, go on, I will always remember you in my heart." Amelia walked directly into the greenhouse, answering without turning back: "I suppose even if you want to, you can’t forget." Her voice had already begun to turn hoarse, and soon her vocal cords would be mostly damaged, and she would be unable to speak. Amos believed that today, he was destroying her, destroying Godfery Shaw. In the end, when the truth is revealed, Amos is sure he will never forget her in this lifetime. Amos did not now understand the meaning in Amelia’s words; he stood at the entrance of the greenhouse and locked the iron gate. The greenhouse like a metal birdcage, through the iron bars one could clearly see Amelia inside, she seemed like a canary with white feathers, imprisoned in the cage. With her weak body, no doctor, no one to help, she would give birth alone. She had been confined for many days, and during these days of severe nightmares, Amelia’s spirit was terribly drained. In this simultaneous physical and mental frailty, only pain could keep Amelia lucid. Amelia walked to a wall of roses, the full wall of roses blocking the view from outside. Amos waited quietly, not in a hurry to look. Originally, even if one planned to harm someone, one should be decisive and swift, but Amos believed that as the one sending Amelia off on her final journey, this bit of waiting was necessary. The hypnosis over Amos still had a strong influence. Under the cover of the roses, Amelia took out the medicine she had hidden beforehand and swallowed it. After a while, she felt a bit of strength return. The painful throat also regained a touch of coolness. The drugs meant to poison and mute her had not fully taken effect; she could speak afterward, only with damaged vocal cords, her voice might sound unpleasant. But Amelia didn’t mind; she was prepared to die, what did she care about her vocal cords? At this moment, Amelia’s mind was wholly focused on the child. She began to take deep breaths, forcefully, again and again. Amos had given her a strong dose of labor-inducing drugs, the child was rather small, Amelia thought there would be no problem giving birth. The intense pain spread from her abdomen throughout her whole body, as if her bones were being shattered piece by piece. Amelia was very skilled at enduring, she bit her lip hard, making no sound. She was a person silenced by poison, she should not make a sound. Sweat dripped from her forehead, falling onto her spread-out black hair. Drop by drop, no one could see it. Petals fell with the wind, landing on Amelia’s white dress, punctuating this exquisite agony. Time and again she exerted herself, yet the child had not been born, while Amelia became so weak she was nearly powerless. Her vision began to blur, but she did not allow herself to faint. Pain, extreme pain, kept her conscious. There was a conviction in her heart. Amelia Wright! You are a dying person; you deserve to endure all kinds of pain; this is your sin, the child must survive, no matter what, she must let the child see this world! She did not deserve to be loved, but she loved this child! After a time unknown, an almost inaudible baby cry was heard. Amelia’s hair was soaked with sweat, and her face, as pale as if carrying a breath of death, finally showed a gentle smile. She had returned from hell, dirty all over, yet had given birth to such a pure life. This child was not part of any previous lives, not at all tainted by sin or revenge. How wonderful. Amelia struggled, using a small knife tied to her body to cut the umbilical cord. Then she tore some pieces from her white gauze dress, wrapping the child and gently placing it aside. She looked at the child, not daring to make a sound for fear Amos outside might hear; she could only bless silently in her heart: "Child, don’t be afraid, Mother has cut off all sins and hate, you are pure, you can be free from now on." The warm blood from the birth began to spread, and Amelia’s life was ebbing away. She reached for the roses behind her, revealing the iron bars behind them. Thıs content belongs to 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁 The thorns of the roses pierced her hand, but she seemed to no longer feel pain. Amos waited quietly outside the greenhouse, until the blocking roses were pulled aside and he saw Amelia again. He approached the iron bars, seeing Amelia’s weak breathing, and also saw how the white gauze dress, gradually spread with a bright red, was turning into a red gown. Everything was just as expected, premature birth, massive bleeding, imminent death. Amos reached in from outside, directly tearing away those wall roses covering Amelia, allowing a clear view of her from outside. He looked at Amelia, somewhat sadly saying: "Does it hurt a lot? It’s okay, it will be over soon." As Amos said this, he took out his phone and made a call. The people outside for Amos had been waiting for the news. Upon receiving Amos’s call, they immediately arranged things. In an instant, the news that Amelia was locked up by Godfery Shaw in the greenhouse of the Imperial Garden and tortured to near death spread throughout the city.