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“It is, but no one has called me that in a long time.”
“Why not? Doesn’t your husband call you that?”
Amelia’s smile took on a hint of bitterness. “He used to, but then he started calling me ‘hey’.”
“Hey? What?” Ivy furrowed her brow. “Is that really how he calls you?”
“It’s fine,” Amelia said, bowing slightly to Ivy. She gazed at her a little longer before adding, “I’m leaving now. Please pass on my thanks to Sophie. I truly appreciate it.”
Ivy sensed something was off. “What’s wrong with you? You keep saying thank you.”
“It’s nothing. I just feel that since someone risked their life to save me, I have no regrets in this life.”
Amelia smiled brightly before striding out confidently.
Ivy followed her outside, only to see her already standing beside Benjamin. He was speaking to her in low tones, and she nodded before stepping into the carriage.
Benjamin hesitated for a moment before reaching out to help her. As the carriage curtain fell, Amelia let out a soft sigh. In the past, she would sit quietly inside when she rode in a carriage, never lifting the curtain to look outside.
But today was different. She felt curious and pulled back the curtain, taking in the bustling crowds of people going about their day. She watched their faces, noting their joy and sorrow, absorbing it all.
As they passed by shops displaying a dazzling array of goods, she realized she had never truly explored the streets before. So many things were beautifully arranged, and she found herself captivated by them.
Her gaze landed on a very thin woman bent under the weight of a child on her back, her body slightly hunched over. The woman’s eyes were dull, and her sunken features were dry and chapped. She pushed a cart with great effort, her struggle apparent.
Amelia caught sight of a bony wrist peeking from the woman’s sleeve. The skin was stretched tightly over the bone. Amelia instinctively rolled up her sleeve, revealing her similarly gaunt wrist. A sudden urge to laugh flickered through her, but it was quickly overwhelmed by tears that fell in heavy droplets.
Upon returning to Valor Estate, Tara was waiting at the entrance.
“It’s good to have you back, Madam Amelia. Madam Rebecca wants to see you. You should go visit her,” she said gently
Sensing his mother’s lingering anger, Benjamin replied, “She just got back. Let her rest for a bit before she goes to apologize.”
Tara sighed. “If she doesn’t go, Madam Rebecca will only get angrier.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Benjamin turned to Amelia. “Then, I’ll go with you. We’ll greet her and apologize to her, then we can head back inside.”
He still felt a chill at the thought of last night’s events.
“Mr. Benjamin, Madam Rebecca said you can’t follow,” Tara added.
*Is Mom still very upset?” Benjamin asked.
“She is angry, yes. But if Madam Amelia admits her mistakes, Madam Rebecca will calm down and everything will be fine,” Tara reassured.
After another moment of indecision, Benjamin said to Amelia, “Just go ahead. Remember to be polite.” Amelia had anticipated this outcome. Wordlessly, she followed Tara into the house.
Rebecca lounged on a luxurious chaise, her eyes like icy daggers.
“Kneel!” she commanded, her voice sharp and cold..
Amelia dropped to her knees without hesitation. In an instant, a slap landed on her cheek, accompanied by a vicious curse.
“Why didn’t you die out there? What are got some nerve!” Rebecca shrieked.
you doing back here? Threatening to take your own life? You’ve
Tara tried to intervene, “Madam Rebecca, please calm down! Madam Amelia knows she was wrong. Let’s not make things worse for your health.”
Without a word, Rebecca picked up a cup from the nearby table and hurled it at Amelia’s head.
“Now she knows she’s wrong? When she was causing all this chaos, did she even think about her mistakes? She’s brought disgrace to our family! Get out of my sight! Kneel at the courtyard gate until tomorrow! You don’t stand up until I say so!”
The cup shattered on the floor, Warm liquid mixed with the blood dripping from Amelia’s forehead.
At this sight of the blood. Tara sighed. “Quickly, Madam Amelia, go kneel outside. Don’t let Madam Rebecca see you here.”
Tara meant well, hoping to get Amelia out of the room to prevent further punishment.
Amelia remained silent, rising and walking outside to kheel at the gate of the courtyard.
Rebecca was stunned with anger. “Look at her attitude Just look at her!”
After a few attempts to calm Rebecca down, Tara hurried outside to Amelia with a soft cushion, hoping to make her more comfortable. It was a cold day, so Rebecca wouldn’t come out to check on her.
“What are you waiting for? Come here and tend to Madam Amelia’s wounds,” Tara instructed a maid.
Throughout it all, Amelia didn’t move. She remained like a marionette, allowing them to fuss over her. With her head lowered, her eyes were dull, feeling neither cold nor pain.
“Stay kneeling for now, Madam Amelia,” Tara said gently. “After dinner, I’ll plead your case with Madam Rebecca, so you can go back and rest.”
Noticing Amelia’s silence and understanding her distress, Tara observed something about her clothes. The fabric was decent, but not new. It struck Tara then that ever since Sophie left the Jaffe family, Amelia hadn’t bought any new clothes for herself and only wore old ones.
“It will all get better,” Tara said with a sigh before rising to head inside and tend to other matters.
harlotte had learned of Amelia’s bridge incident the night before, and had cried the entire night
When she got out of bed that morning, her head was heavy, causing her to nearly fall. A maid rushed over to support her back to bed and called for a physician, who diagnosed Charlotte with a chill and said her sadness had strained her liver. She needed to rest properly.
Throughout the day, Charlotte asked several times if Amelia had returned. The maid confirmed that she
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had but didn’t dare tell the whole truth, simply saying she was unwell and was resting.
Charlotte sighed. “The river water is so cold. How could she not get sick? Such foolishness! How could she be so reckless? If Sophie hadn’t gone after her, she might have died!”
Her voice was heavy with congestion and her nose was blocked, making it hard to breathe. The servants prepared some hot water to help clear her sinuses.
“Let her rest. Once I feel better tomorrow, I’ll go see her, Charlotte said, lying back down.
After the steam cleared her nose, her mind felt less foggy. Yet, she couldn’t shake a lingering unease. Thoughts of what happened last night sent shivers down her spine.