CHAPTER 129: CHAPTER 129: GODFERY SHAW IS INJURED—SO WHY IS JULIUS SHAW HURT TOO?

Elijah Jefferson, this person, if placed in ancient times, would probably be an honorable and upright hero.

He always repays kindness and enmity, straightforward and righteous.

He considered Amelia Wright a friend, which is why he noticed her state was not good and took her out for a mountain climb.

But right now, Elijah felt that maybe he really was like what people from the old town said, the old iron tree blooming.

If Amelia were still the Young Mrs. Shaw, he certainly wouldn’t think much of it.

But now that Amelia is divorced, even if he likes her, he does so openly and frankly.

The two of them sat shoulder to shoulder at the mountain top, after eating and drinking their fill, enjoying the night breeze and gazing at the stars all over the sky.

Amelia sat on the ground, hugging her legs, looking up at the stars, her mood gradually calming down.

No matter what, she must live well.

She considered herself a sinner, despised herself, she could punish herself however she pleased, but she must live well.

The starlight twinkled, and in Amelia’s eyes, it seemed as if tears shimmered.

Elijah secretly glanced at her, only feeling that she exuded a kind of sadness that made one want to hug her.

Once Elijah realized he liked Amelia, his attitude slowly started to change, though he couldn’t hug her, a little coaxing was okay.

He grabbed a few blades of grass and started weaving them.

Before long, a grass dragonfly appeared in his hand.

"Here you go." Elijah handed the grass dragonfly to Amelia beside him. If it weren’t so dark, Amelia might have seen the blush on Elijah’s bronze skin.

Before, his kindness towards Amelia was out of friendship, so he was open and aboveboard.

Now... now this should be considered pursuing, right?

So there’s a saying, when you don’t love someone, you are open and aboveboard, but when you like them, you become very cautious. Elijah at this moment probably felt this way.

Amelia took the dragonfly and shook it in her hand, "You made it really well, thank you."

Elijah, like a young man giving a girl a gift for the first time, felt his heart pounding when he saw Amelia accept it.

The night breeze in the mountains was cold, Elijah took off his jacket and handed it to Amelia: "It’s too cold at night, you might catch a chill."

Amelia paused and refused: "No need, I’m not cold. I’ll go back to the tent to rest first."

After speaking, Amelia supported herself to get up. Her calf started to ache from overexertion as she slowly made her way back to the tent.

Elijah felt a bit frustrated.

This was the second time Amelia refused his jacket.

The first time in the old town didn’t feel like much.

But this time it was like a confession being rejected, he clearly felt Amelia’s indifference, fortunately she took the grass dragonfly, which at least meant she accepted his gift.

Elijah spoke towards Amelia’s tent, "Make sure you wear your sleeping bag and rest well. I’ll wake you up for the sunrise tomorrow."

"Okay."

The world was utterly silent.

In the tent, Amelia put on her sleeping bag, glanced at the grass dragonfly beside her, and closed her eyes.

Perhaps being outside, Amelia found it hard to fall asleep but eventually managed.

Once asleep, nightmares began again.

It had been a long time since she last had a nightmare, and she thought she could be calm in her dreams by now.

Yet, there she was, curling up in the sleeping bag, tightly closing her eyes, struggling in her dreams.

At three o’clock in the morning, Amelia woke up from her nightmare.

Startled out of those heavy torments, she did not fall back asleep, unzipped the tent, and sat there watching the night.

Not sure how long it took, but a tinge of orange light appeared on the horizon.

Dawn was about to break.

Elijah also woke up, immediately went to call Amelia, only to find her already dressed, sitting in the tent, Elijah smiled: "You’re up quite early, the sunrise is almost here."

"Mm."

Amelia responded with a hum, quietly sitting there, not saying anything further.

Elijah also sat down to watch.

The orange hues spread across the sky, getting brighter and brighter, the sun quietly peeking over the horizon.

The sunrise was truly beautiful.

Amelia’s gaze suddenly halted.

Someone was appearing ahead under the rising sun, walking towards her.

The warm orange glow blanketing the man’s back as if he was lifting the sunrise.

Godfery Shaw walked up to Amelia, looked deeply at her in the tent, not sparing Elijah even a glance.

He spoke lightly: "Amelia, how can you spend the night with this man?"

Amelia, hearing these words, knew it was Julius Shaw.

Once, she could distinguish between Godfery and Julius Shaw at a glance, but now, she needed to hear them speak to tell them apart.

Julius had reappeared after a long absence.

The last time was when she temporarily went blind due to an emergency and Godfery forcibly kept her at the Imperial Garden for a few days.

Amelia suddenly sensed a discord.

Julius inexplicably had a strong possessiveness over her.

So why hadn’t he appeared for such a long time?

Amelia felt she might be missing something important, but before she could think further, he squeezed into her tent, naturally holding her on his lap.

Amelia frowned, her face tensed, "Why are you here?"

Through repeated encounters, Amelia no longer tried to reason with him.

Julius held Amelia, feeling her cold body, he removed his coat and wrapped her intimately, and in a moment, whispered in her ear, "Amelia, be good, don’t force me to deal with Elijah."

Amelia’s hand paused, stopping the action of pushing away, her breathing slightly sharp.

Elijah watching from the side felt his secret crush was ending before it even started.

Amelia did have entanglements with Young Master Shaw.

But it wasn’t the kind of help-seeking relationship he thought, rather a more intimate one.

She repelled others’ advances; when he carried her up the mountain, she stiffened her spine, yet now she obediently leaned into Young Master Shaw’s arms.

She rejected his jacket, yet allowed Young Master Shaw’s coat to wrap around her.

Elijah showed a bitter smile.

Godfery Shaw, holding Amelia, exited the tent, stepping down the mountain path.

In front of others, Amelia did not confront Julius Shaw.

Godfery didn’t want outsiders to know that the two brothers looked identical, so she wouldn’t reveal it.

Relatives and Godfery were people Amelia would rather compromise herself to protect.

She just looked at Elijah from Godfery’s shoulder and said, "Thank you."

Elijah shook his head with a bitter smile.

The sun had risen.

Those who came to watch the sunrise had left.

Elijah packed up his climbing gear alone, folding up the tent, finding the grass dragonfly left behind inside.

Elijah picked up the grass dragonfly and sighed.

...

Godfery Shaw led Amelia down the mountain.

Once they were out of Elijah’s sight, Amelia suddenly acted, pushing hard against Godfery’s chest.

After pushing him, Amelia aimed a silver needle hidden in her sleeve at Godfery, but she didn’t get to stab him.

Because, at that moment, Godfery’s body stiffened, stepping back a pace from the push, surprisingly loosening his hold on her.

Amelia’s feet touched the ground, she was momentarily stunned, how did he get pushed away so easily?

Then, Amelia saw a spot of blood seep through the fabric on his chest.

Was he injured?

This position, the same as where she stabbed Godfery yesterday.

If Godfery was hurt, why was Julius also hurt?