CHAPTER 130: CHAPTER 130: JULIUS SHAW, I HATE YOU

Yet, Amelia Wright couldn’t think much.

Her hand holding the silver needle was grabbed by Godfery Shaw. He pulled her tightly against him, their bodies closely pressed together.

Godfery Shaw’s eyes slightly lifted at the corners. His previously aloof, icy demeanor turned wicked with this subtle change.

He lowered his head and whispered in Amelia’s ear, "Amelia, do you want me to strip your clothes off and take everything from you?"

Without waiting for Amelia to respond, Godfery shook his head, "Forget it, the mountain wind is too cold. Taking off your clothes might make you sick. Tying you up is simpler."

After saying that, Godfery took off his tie and bound Amelia’s hands in front of her.

Amelia stiffened.

He tied her up again.

The brief doubt Amelia had was interrupted. She felt that Julius seemed different from the last time they met.

The last time, when she couldn’t see, he probably pretended to be the attentive lover, catering to her every need, coaxing and caring for her.

But this time, it felt like the atmosphere from their first meeting returned. The kind where he might break her legs at any moment, making Amelia feel extremely dangerous.

Julius was like a ticking time bomb; no one knew when he would explode.

Godfery was unaware of Amelia’s wariness. After tying her hands, he lifted her up again, satisfiedly adjusting her position, whispering in her ear, "Amelia is such a good girl."

Amelia felt a tingle through her scalp.

In that moment, she found herself a bit absent-minded.

Thinking that climbing the mountain was indeed pointless.

Going up and down the mountain, it was just a different man carrying her...

This man was impossible to communicate with, leaving Amelia silent. In the rhythm of each step’s sway, she gradually felt drowsy.

Waking abruptly at three in the morning last night, she hadn’t slept since, now growing more and more tired.

She struggled to stay awake, not wanting to sleep against Julius.

But the familiar scent enveloped her, making her eyelids grow heavy.

The Shaw brothers had similar scents, yet they shouldn’t have been this similar. Exhausted, Amelia’s mind couldn’t process thoughts anymore, and she unknowingly fell asleep.

The person in his arms stopped struggling. The brutality in Godfery slightly subsided.

He looked down at the sleeping Amelia in his arms, her pale face resting against his chest. Her long lashes occasionally fluttered, as if her sleep wasn’t peaceful, fragile to an extreme.

Unbidden, Godfery recalled the madness of that night.

Those closed eyes then looked at him tearfully, crying softly.

Even the uncontrollable him turned gentle.

But how could his Amelia be by another man’s side?

The brutality in Godfery’s eyes intensified. Previously on the mountain, if Amelia had been even slightly uncooperative, Godfery might not have been able to restrain himself from attacking Elijah, even with the calming incense constantly by his side.

When Amelia woke up, she found herself in the Imperial Garden again.

In her old room no less.

Amelia quickly got out of bed, barefoot, and ran to the door to open it, only to find it locked from the outside with a new electronic lock; it couldn’t be pried open from inside.

Amelia ran to the window, pushing hard, and found the window locked as well.

What was Julius planning?

Did he build a grand golden cage to imprison her?

At this moment, there was a light click as the door lock turned, and a man entered.

Upon entering, he saw Amelia standing by the window, attempting to push it open.

Godfery’s face grew darker.

He approached Amelia with a syringe in hand.

Amelia felt an inexplicable danger from his expression and instinctively backed away a few steps: "Julius, what do you want to do?"

Godfery spoke softly, "Didn’t I say before? Break your legs, so you can’t run. Amelia is always disobedient, maybe she’ll behave once she can’t walk."

Hearing this gentle tone made Amelia’s spine tingle.

She continued backing away, instinctively searching for her silver needles but finding nothing.

Her clothes had been changed, now a white nightgown.

The man before her spoke devilishly, "Does Amelia want to fight back? Your silver needles, that sharp hairpin—I’ve kept them for you. Those things are too dangerous, what if you hurt yourself?"

Amelia finally panicked, losing her temper, "Julius, it’s you who’s dangerous. It’s you who wants to hurt me!"

Godfery closed in step by step, an obsessive determination in his eyes: "I won’t hurt Amelia. I’m just protecting Amelia. The outside world is too dangerous."

Godfery’s gaze was twisted and malevolent.

Amelia retreated continuously.

He approached slowly.

Amelia pushed and kicked firmly.

But her weak body couldn’t resist the towering man.

Pinned down on the bed, the transparent liquid from the syringe slowly injected into her knee.

Amelia cried out mournfully, "No, don’t!"

The sound was so pained it made Godfery pause momentarily, his eyes momentarily dazed as if two personalities were struggling. But in the end, the bloodthirsty, malevolent personality prevailed.

Godfery put away the syringe, coaxingly speaking, "See? It’s fine, it doesn’t even hurt."

Amelia felt like a drained doll, attempting to move her legs, only to find they truly couldn’t move, entirely numb.

She couldn’t believe her legs, just like that, had become unmovable.

Seeing the face identical to Godfery’s in front of her, Amelia for the first time cursed with heartbreak, "Get away, I hate you!"

Godfery stiffened but didn’t move away, picking up Amelia and bringing her to the headboard, still speaking gently: "Amelia must be hungry, I’ll bring you breakfast."

Godfery finished speaking and walked out of the room calmly, as if he hadn’t just crippled someone’s legs.

Amelia sat there dumbfounded, speechless.

How did it come to this?

She sought vengeance, how could her legs be ruined?

After reincarnation, she guarded against all the villains of her past life, against any potential danger.

But she had never guarded against the Shaw family.

Godfery took five years to gain her trust.

Yet she never thought, it would go wrong with Julius here.

What to do... what to do next?

Amelia, always determined and cold after reincarnation, for the first time felt panic and helplessness.

Where was Godfery? Was Godfery here in the Imperial Garden? If he were, he surely wouldn’t allow Julius to treat her this way.

Amelia struggled to get off the bed and, unsteady, fell to the floor.

She had to leave; she couldn’t stay here.

With her legs numb, Amelia crawled toward the dressing table in the room.

This was her former room. If no one had touched its contents, there should be a small knife in the dressing table’s drawer.

Amelia painstakingly crawled over and opened the drawer. Everything inside was just as it was when she left.

In the very last compartment, indeed, lay the knife resembling a decorative piece.

Amelia took it, just grasping it in her hand, when the room door opened, and Godfery entered.

Seeing Amelia fallen on the floor, Godfery’s expression changed.

Amelia watched him approach, contemplating the feasibility of threatening him with the small knife.

Ultimately, she disappointingly realized Julius was crazy, unafraid of death. Such a small knife couldn’t threaten this man.

There was only one thing she could do.

Amelia lifted the knife, aiming it at her heart, and cried out mournfully.

"Stay back!"