The police expressed their regret: "She should have been saved, but whether she’ll survive is still uncertain." Then the other party inquired about some information from Amelia, making a record on the spot. Later, it would be enough to have her as a witness. Everyone was very concerned because this matter caused an extraordinary uproar, not only in Riverwood City but nationwide. Even before conviction, voices on the internet incessantly called for harsh punishment for Amos Shaw. Amelia was still dazed, realizing her phone had been vibrating constantly. Leaving the signal interference of that winery, she finally received messages. Members from various places within the organization were asking about the situation. The boss personally announced that they needed to find Amelia Wright. Some of their people came to Riverwood City, while others were inquiring elsewhere. And Amelia, being the closest to the scene, and extremely skilled at disguising herself and finding people, might know something. Facing a barrage of questions, Amelia wasn’t in the mood to answer; she only wanted to ask how Amelia Wright was doing. So much blood, with such a frail body, could she hold on? No one paid her any mind, so she headed towards the Imperial Garden Villa, seeking some information. The previously well-guarded Imperial Garden now had its gates open, with chaos reigning everywhere. Running over, Amelia didn’t see anyone from the Imperial Garden, but instead saw Elijah. Upon seeing Amelia, Elijah frowned: "Why are you here? You wouldn’t be the one who infiltrated the winery to find Amelia Wright, would you?" "Then you found her in advance, why did you still let her get into trouble! People in the organization, I hope there are no incompetents." Feeling somewhat sad, Amelia asked, "I was negligent, I thought blending in would be fine, what’s her situation now? She told me to steal medicine for her, she said taking that medicine would allow her to speak and call for help in advance, she said there would be no problem, why did it turn out ?" Listening to Amelia’s explanation, Elijah’s eyes were somewhat sorrowful: "Perhaps she had a wish for death, did not call for help in advance, everyone came only when those messages by Amos Shaw were sent out; she seemed calm as if she had foreseen the outcome, countering Amos Shaw’s move in return." Amelia worriedly asked: "Can she survive?" Regardless of the camaraderie built from multiple missions between them, or the boss’s orders to find her, Amelia hoped Amelia Wright could survive. Elijah shook his head: "Uncertain, everyone had initially given up, but people from the Allen family took her away, perhaps there’s hope, but no one knows where they took Amelia Wright." Although the Allens claimed they could save her, no one knew, under such circumstances, whether she could indeed be saved. This left Elijah feeling rueful. In just one night, it escalated to this. Amelia Wright and Godfery Shaw’s fates remained unknown. He stayed to help because he saw the chaos in Imperial Garden. Having witnessed that bloody moment, surprisingly, helping his romantic rival didn’t incite jealousy in him. Amelia decided to stay as well, helping Elijah deal with the aftermath in the Imperial Garden. There’s currently no contact with the Allen family. Maybe when Godfery Shaw’s people come back, they might have some accurate information. At this moment, Godfery Shaw was undergoing emergency treatment in the hospital. His trusted aides were all guarding outside. No one dared relax their vigilance, as the Shaw family originally opposed the First Young Master and Young Madam; now, having caused such turmoil for the Young Madam, they weren’t sure of the Shaw family’s attitude. If the First Young Master were okay, they wouldn’t worry, and everything would be decided by him. But the First Young Master was still in emergency operation. The light of the surgery room stayed on. Everyone’s hearts hung in suspense, anxiously waiting. Meanwhile, Emma Lewis and Robert Reed took away the child. Logically, many knew Amelia Wright was pregnant and would think of the child. But the shocking events today drew everyone’s attention to Amelia Wright and Godfery Shaw; the small, quiet child, as large as a corner flowerpot, was simply forgotten. Emma worried about being discovered, went to Ink Manor with Robert. Upon reaching the third floor of Ink Manor and closing the door, Emma finally opened her coat, revealing the wrapped child inside. The child, with eyes shut, seemed hungry, its small mouth gently moved but did not cry. Emma pondered seriously, speaking: "Old Mr. Reed, this child is too small, we need to find a professional to care for her, I’ll take her to the Capital City." Robert shook his head: "No, from what Amelia Wright implied, it’s better the Shaw family doesn’t know about this child; since they know Amelia Wright is familiar with you, suddenly appearing with a child in the Lewis family would easily alert others." "Then what should be done?" "I think we could raise her in Ink Manor." "But having an extra child in Ink Manor would easily attract attention." "There’s an artist in Ink Manor, who is about to give birth soon and will return to their hometown; if investigated later, it’s a good excuse. Mostly, since we are in Riverwood, it’s best the child remains in Riverwood City." Emma thought it over and agreed. She looked at the child, wrapped in the blood-stained white gauze, laying on the table; an unfinished painting was also on the table. Born amidst ink paper, Emma inexplicably felt perhaps raising her in Ink Manor wouldn’t be bad. Emma gritted her teeth, nodding: "Alright, let’s do it this way, I’ll first try to find a pediatrician to check, then buy some daily necessities for the child." "You buy the things, I’ll find the doctor. My old friend’s connections wouldn’t be easily discovered." For more chapters visıt 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 Emma nodded, swiftly going to arrange matters. The old and young alike were unpracticed in childcare. Especially with such a fragile child. The two of them were quite flustered. Emma bought milk powder and small clothes. Emma learned to mix the milk powder according to the instructions. Robert gingerly cleaned the child, originally leaving it for Emma, but Emma’s rough handling worried Robert, he feared she’d inadvertently hurt the child’s delicate limbs. After they cleaned the child, dressed him in clean clothes, and mixed the milk powder, the child refused to drink at all. The two paced anxiously. Until they awaited the pediatrician. "This child is congenitally malnourished, with low immunity and incomplete development—it’d be best to send her to an infant incubator at the hospital." If Amelia Wright knew her child was so weak, she’d certainly be pained. At this moment, Amelia Wright knew nothing. The Allens took her away. Upon Edward Allen’s counsel, they didn’t take Amelia Wright to the hospital. Instead, they arranged a sterile chamber themselves, called in doctors, for emergency treatment. Gradually, the bleeding stopped, plasma was continuously transfused into Amelia Wright’s body. One day, two days, three days...a week. Everyone waited, hoping for a miracle. But eventually, it didn’t come. That day, the Allens were grief-stricken, leaving even the blood plasma bags unattended on the ground. "Why? Why treat our Nancy this way?" "She never had a good day, when we finally found her, why did it end ?" The Allens couldn’t help but weep bitterly, Emily stood aside watching, he did not cry. Young Emily gazed at Amelia Wright, who moved no more, "Aunt, you said forever, did you deceive me?"