CHAPTER 107: CHAPTER 107: MARSH SMITH’S REVENGE

It wasn’t until Edward Allen left that Amelia Wright let out a long sigh of relief.

Facing her relatives, she simply couldn’t remain calm; her surface indifference was merely forced composure.

Once they were far away, Amelia Wright also stepped out.

Hailey Smith heard the commotion and limped after her.

This time, no matter what others said, he would stay by the Young Madam’s side, not leaving her for a moment!

Amelia Wright ignored Hailey Smith and took the few orders she had received at the film festival to Cloudglow.

Fiona Morgan’s jewelry design had completely gained fame, and now was the perfect time to seize the victory.

She wanted to bring down the Wright family through their proudest business ventures.

Now that Ava Wright’s face was ruined, the Wright family must be overwhelmed.

Bess Bennett must be genuinely distressed; Oliver Wright must be thinking that he had carefully nurtured a daughter for so many years, who should have brought greater benefits, only to be ruined.

This was the perfect moment to add insult to injury.

Hailey Smith watched as the Young Madam left, feeling a bit uneasy.

The wound on the Young Madam’s face was covered with gauze, so the severity couldn’t be seen.

Yet such a beautiful face adorned with a piece of white gauze would naturally draw attention.

Hailey Smith feared meeting someone who might say something unpleasant, upsetting the Young Madam.

Amelia Wright herself was quite indifferent, acting as if she didn’t care about her face.

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On the other side, Ava Wright in the hospital was far from calm.

She rampaged in the hospital, and the criss-cross wounds on her right cheek looked particularly frightening.

Marsh Smith was trying to comfort her: "Ava, don’t cause trouble; your wounds need immediate stitching, or they’ll get worse."

Ava Wright hurled a pillow from the hospital bed at Marsh Smith, yelling in a hoarse voice, "Get away, I’m not stitching them, you ungrateful bastard, standing on Amelia’s side, right? You want to team up with her to ruin my face."

Marsh Smith recalled those years growing up with Ava, and because of that life-saving grace, he had truly cared for her. Seeing Ava Wright in this state was genuinely heartbreaking.

"Ava, calm down, causing a scene like this means there can’t be anything between Amelia and me."

"Is there really nothing?"

"Truly, treat your wounds first. I know a great doctor; there will definitely be a way to remove the scars from your face in the future."

Only then did Ava Wright agree to have the stitches done.

After the local anesthesia, she remained conscious.

Ava Wright could feel the doctor’s stitching pulling on her face, even though it didn’t hurt, her face was pale with fear.

Marsh Smith waited on the side.

The freshly sewn wounds looked rather chilling.

Originally full of pity, Marsh Smith found it increasingly difficult to look.

He shifted his gaze awkwardly and gently said to Ava Wright, "Ava, your wounds have been treated; take a rest. I have some matters to handle, I’ll visit you tomorrow."

Dazed by the anesthesia, Ava Wright’s head was somewhat dizzy. Seeing Marsh Smith about to leave, she spoke anxiously, "Marsh, can’t you stay in the hospital with me today?"

Ava Wright put on a pitiful expression, which made her facial wounds look even more terrifying.

Marsh Smith paused: "The company is really urgent, I’ll notify Aunt to accompany you; I’ll definitely visit you tomorrow."

Now that Ava Wright’s face was ruined, she knew in her situation, it was impossible to attract a better man, so she naturally wanted to hold onto Marsh Smith tightly.

Seeing that Marsh Smith seemed to truly have some urgent business, she didn’t insist, and pretended to be understanding by nodding.

Marsh Smith soothed her with a few words before leaving the hospital room.

After exiting the room, he left as swiftly as if he was escaping.

He didn’t dare to go to the Wright family in person, only called to notify the Wright couple.

The company wasn’t busy at all, and with nothing to do, Marsh Smith thought of the person who had instigated yesterday’s incident.

If it weren’t for Rose Taylor, none of this would have happened.

Thinking of Amelia Wright’s face being destroyed like this, unexpectedly, Marsh Smith’s heart felt stifled.

That vile woman!

How dare she take it upon herself to do such things.

At this time, Rose Taylor was oblivious to this string of events.

She was somewhat puzzled as to why, despite so many reporters being there last night, Amelia’s incident hadn’t blown up today.

If she weren’t afraid of being discovered, she would have wanted to quietly contact the reporters to inquire.

Just then, she received a call from Marsh Smith, asking her to go to the Smith family home.

Rose Taylor was immediately excited.

If Marsh Smith wanted to see her, surely he was pleased with what she did yesterday.

Rose Taylor wasted no time, took a leave from work, changed into a little dress, retouched her makeup, and quickly headed to the Smith family home.

Entering such a luxurious villa for the first time, Rose Taylor felt a bit uneasy.

The security guard led Rose Taylor inside; she dared not look around.

Inside the villa, Rose Taylor saw Marsh Smith sitting in a chair, legs crossed, teasing a dog.

Before Marsh Smith was a fierce wolfdog gnawing at raw meat, causing Rose Taylor to shudder involuntarily.

"Marsh... Young Master Smith, I’m here," she said.

Marsh Smith, holding a pair of tongs with a piece of raw meat, upon hearing Rose Taylor’s voice, looked up and, without a word, threw the raw meat directly at Rose.

The wolfdog immediately lunged at Rose Taylor.

Rose Taylor’s eyes widened instantly, completely confused by what was happening, screaming, "Ah, go away, don’t bite me!"

The Smith household servants all kept their distance.

The outside world thought the Smith family prince to be gentle and good-tempered, but they knew that when annoyed, Young Master Smith could be ruthless.

Marsh Smith simply sat there, watching Rose Taylor being clawed and bitten until her whole body was injured, her face unrecognizable, before coldly saying, "Panther, that’s enough."

The dog named "Panther" obediently stopped its actions.

The trainer apprehensively led Panther away.

Leaving only Marsh Smith seated and the tragic Rose Taylor.

Rose Taylor, crying and sniffling, looked up fearfully and asked, "Young Master Smith, why? Why are you treating me like this?"

Marsh Smith let out a cold laugh: "Are you still daring to ask why? Have you forgotten what you did yesterday?"

Rose Taylor, confused: "Yesterday... I just schemed against Amelia. Isn’t Young Master Smith disgusted by her? I wanted to ruin her; I was helping you! Why are you treating me this way?"

Marsh Smith sneered, "Ruin her? As if you could!"

Rose Taylor was completely bewildered, unable to comprehend.

Marsh Smith spat in disgust, "Did I say I was disgusted with Amelia? Everything I did was to make her willingly be with me, but your smart act ruined it all. Now tell me, shouldn’t you be dead?"

Rose Taylor stood frozen in place.

She never imagined that everything Marsh Smith did was because he liked Amelia Wright.

Which rendered everything she did akin to a joke.

Marsh Smith waved in disdain: "Throw her out and clean the floor, disgusting."