CHAPTER 134: CHAPTER 134: JULIUS SHAW IS UNUSUALLY OBEDIENT

In the past, she only thought of Julius Shaw as a sick and twisted pervert.

He would break people’s legs at the drop of a hat, tie them up and lock them away without warning.

Now, he was still sickly, but when she said she wanted to wash her face, he would drag his sickly body to fetch water for her.

After learning those truths, everything he did no longer seemed discordant.

In her past life, she was unknowingly entangled between the two brothers.

Now, she couldn’t even be sure whose child she was carrying in her belly.

Amelia Wright felt like she was going insane.

She seemed to be trapped in an invisible giant net, unable to escape; any attempt to struggle only made it more chaotic.

Amelia sighed, trying not to think about it for now.

She propped herself up and wrung a towel, wiping the forehead of the person beside her, applying physical cooling methods to help Julius Shaw bring down his fever.

After wiping once, Amelia placed the wet towel on Godfery Shaw’s forehead.

She sat quietly by his side, keeping watch.

Perhaps because he had unbuttoned his shirt to cool down, Godfery’s clothes were too open.

Amelia once again saw the place where she had stabbed him with a hairpin.

The wound was very small, but somewhat deep. It should have scabbed over in two days.

But Amelia noticed that the area around the wound was red and swollen. Forget scabbing over, it was completely inflamed.

This person hadn’t properly treated his wound at all and just let it become infected.

Amelia suddenly thought of something and picked up Godfery’s hand.

Yesterday, she had threatened to hurt herself to make Julius Shaw let her go.

At that time, she hadn’t ended up hurting herself, but his hand was severely cut.

Amelia saw that Julius had thick bandages wrapped around his hand; she seemed to think of something and reached out to undo these layers of bandages.

Then Amelia covered her mouth in shock to stop herself from screaming.

The wound on his hand hadn’t been treated at all, and it was soaked in water to the point of turning white, with the bandages almost sticking to it.

He really just casually wrapped it up. When wringing the towel to wipe her face earlier, he hadn’t cared if the wound got wet.

Now Amelia knew why he had a fever.

It was because these wounds had become infected and inflamed.

Amelia carefully unraveled the bandages on Godfery’s palm, and perhaps because the wound adhered, tugging on it hurt a little, waking Godfery up.

Amelia couldn’t stand, and without the medicine box in the room, she really didn’t know what to do.

Seeing Godfery awake, she quickly picked up the water cup by the bedside and whispered in his ear, "Drink some water."

Godfery’s eyes, usually as deep as the galaxy, were now somewhat confused, the fever making the corners of his eyes a little red, almost giving them a slightly aggrieved look.

This typically aloof, icy face with such a pitiful expression caught Amelia by surprise, nearly making her drop the water cup.

"Drink... you’re feverish, drink some water."

Godfery obediently accepted the water Amelia fed him, appearing somewhat delirious from the fever.

He said with a touch of delight, "Amelia, the candy you gave me was really sweet. Will you still come to see me? You won’t abandon me, will you?"

What candy? Amelia didn’t know what he was talking about.

But fearing he might move and hit his wound, Amelia nodded directly, "Mm, I’ll come see you again, I won’t leave you."

Godfery immediately broke into a bright smile.

That smile dazzled Amelia into a daze.

But the smile only lasted two seconds before Godfery slowly withdrew it, darkness gradually emerging in his eyes. He shook his head and said, "She didn’t come back, Amelia didn’t come back. She’s afraid of me, she won’t come back."

As he spoke, his tragically injured hand began to move restlessly.

At this moment, Julius appeared both sorrowful and pained.

Like the last straw clinging to life had abandoned him.

Amelia had never seen this face show such an expression before.

In a panic, she threw herself into Godfery’s arms, pinning down his restless hand, and gently coaxed, "No, I’m not lying to you. I’ve been by your side. I... need your care."

Godfery’s eyes were filled with increasing confusion, as if unable to distinguish between past and reality.

Amelia kept herself in his embrace and continued, "But you’re sick. You refuse to take medicine or treat your wounds. Like this, you can’t take care of me."

Godfery shook his head in bewilderment, "I’ll take medicine."

Like bewitching, Amelia softly said, "Alright then, you go find Basil, have him help you treat the wound, and obediently take your medicine."

Godfery shook his head, "I won’t leave. If I leave, I’ll never see Amelia again. She’ll leave me and never come back."

Seeing that she couldn’t convince him, Amelia changed her request and pointed to the cabinet in front.

"In the cabinet over there, there’s a medicine box on the second shelf. Bring the box to me, and I won’t leave, okay?"

Amelia repeated her request for the medicine box.

Hearing that Amelia wouldn’t leave, Godfery nodded in agreement.

He got out of bed, and the dizziness made him sway as if he might fall at any moment.

Amelia couldn’t help but remind, "Careful, don’t bump your right hand wound."

Godfery didn’t fall, and despite feeling dizzy, he retrieved the medicine box and offered it to Amelia like a treasure.

Amelia took it and let out a small sigh of relief.

But Godfery remained beside her, wide-eyed, looking at her with a look seeking praise.

Amelia really was at a loss for words.

Being earnest, she praised, "Well done, come here."

Only then did Godfery feel satisfied and leaned against Amelia again.

Amelia tried again, "Lie down, extend your hand."

Godfery lay down and extended his hand, suddenly obedient beyond reason.

Which inexplicably reminded Amelia of Godfery being particularly docile after getting drunk, even calling her sister.

These brothers were so similar; it wasn’t surprising she couldn’t tell them apart.

Looking at Amelia, Godfery asked again with worry, "Amelia won’t really leave, will she?"

Amelia froze for a moment before nodding.

She understood now; he behaved because she wouldn’t leave.

In retrospect, the series of behaviors displayed by Julius—tying people up, imprisoning, injuring legs—was all because he didn’t want her to leave.

His sickly nature made him use the most extreme methods.

Amelia began to treat his wounds.

She disinfected several times, wrapped it with clean bandages.

Then she found antibiotics, antipyretics, and detoxification pills from the medicine box and handed them all to Godfery, "Take these."

Godfery obediently swallowed the pills all at once, without even drinking water to wash them down.

Amelia had never seen anyone swallow pills like that, frozen for a moment.

"Hey, how could you just swallow them?"

She quickly handed the water beside her to Godfery.

Godfery obediently drank a few sips.

When Amelia asked him to rest, he just rested.

But he refused to close his eyes, just staring at Amelia with immense insecurity.

Amelia’s heart gradually softened under his gaze.

She lay down beside Godfery, gently holding his uninjured hand, and whispered, "I won’t leave, sleep now."

Only then did Godfery close his eyes in peace.

Amelia sighed.

For now, she couldn’t leave, but she also couldn’t stay indefinitely.

There were so many things she needed to do, those revenge plans had to be executed personally by her.

Moreover, the second round of the National Painting Exhibition was leading up to the finals in about a week.

The final was approaching quickly.

She had to go.